Being Neurotic

In our newspaper today ‘The Age’ (Sunday) there is an article that made me laugh and certainly made me laugh at myself. The article is titled ‘This week I am happily neurotic’ by Sarah Wilson –

She talks of personality quirks and openly acknowledging them. Not just acknowledging them but perhaps celebrating them as they are a big part of who we really are. She mentions coming across a newly released book – i am neurotic (and so are you). Author Lianna Kong (she apparently has a blog of the same name-I haven’t checked it out yet). It is a collation of anonymous confessions the author spills out page after page, more eccentric than the next. For instance: I have to eat Cheetos with chopsticks and I have to touch someone I do not know, with a quick pat on the shoulder and another one of Lianna’s: Any pasta with holes in it I have to poke my fork through the holes and eat them four at a time.Sarah goes on to tell of many other quirks of people including herself.

It tickled my fancy and I began to think about myself and thought, hell, why not expose them to the world, what fun to show ones neurotic-ness (my word only). So here goes.

When I see an ambulance I have to touch my forehead with my forefinger, which makes me safe from going in one. How ridiculous you say; I agree. I have tried so hard to break the habit. There goes an ambulance…I will not touch my head…I will not!…well…maybe just this time…just incase, and so it goes. Unfortunately for me I have recently moved house and am now living right near a hospital. Disaster. I seriously need help. One day as I was passing the hospital there were none less than eight ambulances lined up. My head hurt by the time I got passed. Neurotic I am, I admit it.
Another one of my oddities, where it came from…who knows. If I get something wrong with me, no matter what, a cold, a headache, cut my finger or maybe burn my tongue…I need to limp! Yes, laugh you may (bet you have some doosies as well). One of my daughters see me limp and asks politely if I perhaps have a headache.

Enough of me, I have a girlfriend who she claims some idiot told her  if she sees roadkill she must spit, thank heavens that hasn’t caught up with me but when one travels with her…look out, especially on our country roads.

For those that feel they don’t suffer this neurotic-ness, trust me…you do. You either won’t admit it or you just haven’t thought about it. For those that are ready to share I would love to hear your foibles. What fun it is to raise from the shadows the most wonderful thing about us all and that is our human-ness (I just love ‘nesses’).


My Grandson the artist (6years old)


Michael loves to draw and be creative. He has his own sketch book. These are two drawings he did today on his visit with me. He takes his drawing very seriously and his attention to detail is growing by the week. Batman seems to have fared better in background than Batwoman. I asked him about this matter and his logical answer was, “Well Nanna, the two pictures are on the same page so I don’t have to do the background twice!” Well said young Michael. Only an adult could possible have a problem with that.