What Foibles do you Have?
Nicked from Alfred the OK, yet again.
Eating food by ingredient sequence.Childish Foibles
Ordering my books on the shelves by publisher. (One night, before my finals, in a fit of caffeine, I speed-read the complete works of Shakespeare, then still had time to arrange my books in order of literary influence.)
Maintaining frozen, panicky eye contact with spiders.
Aged five, leaving all the doors open on the first floor open so I could pee while never taking my eyes from the witch who lived in the tree outside. (Bipolar? Moi?)
Covering every orifice -- particularly ears -- with the blanket before I could sleep (so the Devil -- or the Earwigs -- couldn't get in.) See Alfred for the inifinite efficacy of the protective eiderdown.
Spitting on the front step so my sister would trip. (Actually, I did this only once, then hid behind the hedge. My sister raced out, singing, tripped on the step, hurt herself badly. I was horrified. I resolved there and then to reserve my powers only for good, never evil.)
Muttering the words "lesbianlesbianlesbianlesbian" all through the thirty five minute walk to school.
Not looking in a mirror for more than thirty seconds, once per day. "Somebody" had told me the devil might stare back at me if I looked too often.
Refusing to ever button my coat up in winter.