More self-inquiry

Just when you thought it was safe to look at this blog again, I am forced to get personal again. You see, Rob has hit me with a tag.

Rob got tagged with the following question: What are your top five quirks? He answered that in a post here and with devilish glee, tagged me.

So now let's see...what are my quirks? As Rob said of himself in his post, I seem quite normal to myself. So, to help me out with my quirks, I turned to the one person in the world who is foolish enough, er...I mean, loves me enough, to actually tolerate living with them. Namely, my wife. Who better than she will know what my quirks are? So I asked her. The conversation went as follows.

Me: Honey, what are my quirks?
Wife: You don't have quirks, you have disorders.
Me: Sorry dear, I forgot. Sweetness, what are my disorders?
Wife: Who wants to know?
Me: Er...just some people on the Internet.
Wife: Are you getting paid for this?
Me: No sugar-dove, this is pro bono.

Okay, so I am trying to be funny. To cut a long story short, she came up with three quirks without much head-scratching. Then she lost interest. I'll fill in the other two.

(1) She says that I sleep too little. I sleep with the lights on and can't sleep in a noiseless room. Meaning, I need some sort of white noise, like the noise of a table-fan to fall asleep. I like that mechanical lullaby. She says that I fall asleep with the laptop in front of me and with my fingers on the keys. She also says that she sometimes wakes up in the night and tries to move my fingers away from the keyboard, but I fight her in my sleep.

(2) She says that I'm a restless sort who can't sit still for long. I pace the room while thinking, talking, and even eating. I hardly eat at the dinner table at home. She says that trying to have a conversation with me is like trying to have a conversation with a tennis ball in a tennis match. Only more annoying.

(3) She finds it strange that I used to go for months eating nothing but canned food when I was a bachelor. "Didn't you need fresh, hot food once in a while?" she wonders. "Fresh, hot food is nice, but not necessary," is my thinking.

So those are the three quirks my wife came up with. For the record, she said after, "I love you anyway." She then added, absent-mindedly, "What choice do I have?"

Er...ha, ha, she's a regular comedian, my wife.

(4) I smoke, but I am not addicted to tobacco. I'll go out drinking one day and smoke a whole pack (usually by bumming from other people; most smoker friends avoid me), and then go for months without touching a cigarette.

(5) I probably talk a little too much and hold a few too many opinions. Sadly for me and for those around me who suffer through it, my opinion on a topic usually towers over my knowledge on the topic. I'm trying to change. It's hard.

My understanding is this: The spirit of tagging dictates that I pay it forward. Forgive me if you can find it in your hearts, but Balajee, Ashok, Jyoti, you're it.