Do you know people you would consider quirky? Co-workers, family members, your spouse? Maybe you’re the quirky person. Goodness knows I have my fair share of quirks. I can’t stand it when a picture is crooked. I can be stretched out on the sofa bingeing on my favorite show, but that cattywampass photo of the sunset I took two years ago? Must. Be. Straightened.
I also can’t abide a messy stack of papers, be they stapled or otherwise. If they’re stapled, I have to pluck out the staple, straighten the pages and restaple them.
Oh, and I hang my clothes in the closet by color. So my white blouses are hung together, my red blouses, my blue blouses, and so forth. And my shoes are stored by style: pumps, sandals, flats, flip-flops, well, you get the idea. I know — I’m weird.
I think all people have quirks, although some…
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