Q is for Quirky

I suppose that, really, Quirky just means ‘weird’, but it somehow sounds nicer, so I’m going to roll with it.

I’ve always been sort of quirky. My Mom says that when I was a little kid, I changed clothes ALL THE TIME because I guess I was a little odd about things being dirty (Hmmm, perhaps the first signs of a little OCD issue?)

I’ve never really felt like I fit in anywhere or that I was part of any group. I wasn’t in any of the stereotypical high school groups. I wasn’t a brain or a princess or a jock or a stoner. I didn’t fit into any of the groups. I was always on the fringe of things, trying to not draw any attention to myself because usually if people were paying attention to me it was negative attention and all I really wanted was to be left alone and not made to feel even worse about myself than I naturally felt being an awkward teenager.

Now, I’m an awkward vaguely-middle-aged person. I’ve lived in the city I currently live in for about 7 years and I can count on one hand the number of people I know who I would even call acquaintances. I don’t go out and do social stuff. I don’t have dinner parties or anything like that. I just sortve spend 18 hours a day in my office, occasionally wandering out to bother Mr.POSSLQ.

I don’t have many of the hallmarks of being an adult (no couch, no coffee table, not even a proper dining room table…) I have to scramble to even find a place for the very rare guest to sit. I didn’t really plan for things to be that way, it’s just the way that things turned out.