It happened on the plane ride home last week. Nestled in my confining airline seat, but enjoying the extra room being one row removed from first class allows, I descended into deep thought. I have spent most of my life as an only child. Because of this I am perfectly comfortable and sometimes prefer being alone. I learned to amuse myself through my imagination and I like to believe that being an only child laid the fertile ground for my imagination to flourish, and that greatly impacts the writer I am today. When you are used to being alone, it can be awkward when you act that way when you are in public.
So there I was thinking on the plane, but with an added twist. I have a bad habit of cocking my head to the side and furrowing my brow when I am deep in thought. Think of Zach Braff during his daydream sequences in Scrubs. I was doing this when the person seated next to me tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was OK. the look on her face was a mix of concern and a dawning realization she may be seated next to a crazy person.
This is not the first time that someone has called me on my “quirks.” Another side effect of being an only child is that I sometimes said my thoughts aloud just to hear a human voice. I can’t tell you how many times in the past few months someone has walked into my dorm elevator to catching me talking to myself. Yes, I am THAT girl.
These are habits I have had most of my life and I am trying to eradicate them so people don’t think I am crazy. Any advice or tips? Or should I just add that to the list of awkward things I love about myself, especially since my family and friends don’t seem to mind my “quirks?”
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