I have a fair share of personality quirks. I have to change into fresh underwear before I go to bed at night. I have “my spot” on the couch for work. If I haven’t eaten curd rice for three days in a row, I get cranky. I am the quintessential wall flower in gatherings.
There is one quirk of mine that I thought is completely crazy. I can’t stand the sound of people chewing. Unfortunately, my car pool kids are noisy chewers. Whenever I make the mistake of bringing them a snack, I kick myself because their sounds of chewing make me want to drive the car into oncoming traffic. It takes all my willpower to not yell at the kids, because, hell they are not my kids. On the rare occasion that my kid forgets I am in the room, and chews loudly, she gets hit by a tsunami. Some of my relatives chew loudly. I avoid going to family functions that involve eating because I feel like sticking my fingers into my eyes when I sit next to them at the meal table. I believe that if I get a complete nervous breakdown in life, this would be the trigger. Just writing about the chewing sound is making me want to assume foetal position and scream.
I thought I was crazy. I AM crazy, but this is not the reason, because
drum rolls please…
I am thrilled by this news. Now see, THAT’s what makes me crazy.