I’ll be honest: I’m writing this article in the hope that I will get a laugh at your expense. I hope you get one at mine too. After reading about my personal tics, I am hoping that you will open up about your own so that we can all have a good laugh at ourselves.
You know what tics are, right? They’re those little things you do that could potentially have you categorised as having OCD. Except, you don’t have OCD. You just have a few things that must be done in a particular way. OR ELSE!
By definition, tics are ‘an idiosyncratic and habitual feature of a person’s behaviour’. You’re not sure why you have them. You’re not sure where they came from. You can see that they are a little odd. But can you stop doing them? Fuck no!
I mean no disrespect to anyone who actually has OCD. I can’t imagine how incredibly tough that must be on a daily basis. If anything, perhaps this article will highlight some similarities in all of us, rather than segregate or discriminate against anyone.
See, I believe that everyone has tics at varying degrees. They just tend not to be at the forefront of many conversations because we keep them to ourselves. But we’re all friends here, so let’s air our weirdness together. I’ll go first….
My top five tics are:
- Holding my breath after someone coughs or sneezes near me so that I don’t breathe in their viruses or germs.
- Rinsing cups, crockery and cutlery before I use them, unless I was the one who washed them, or they came straight out of the dishwasher.
- Not eating sandwiches made at other people’s houses. Restaurants and cafes, sure. Just not from where people live.
- Not allowing people to eat juicy fruits like oranges or mangoes in close proximity to me. (They make sex noises.) Being stuck in enclosed spaces (like cars) when people do it is unbearable.
- Having all doors and cupboards closed in my room when I go to bed. Curtains must be closed, but the windows themselves must be open.
There’s probably a whole lot more that I have that drive the people around me nuts. These are just my non-negotiable ones. I don’t really have a problem with them myself. I feel like they are just part of what makes me uniquely me. Quirky, not strange. Charming, not annoying.
My friends and family have some good ones too. One of my friends is an obsessive cleaner. Another always has to walk on a particular side of a tree when she’s walking down the street. My dad and brother won’t eat anything that has come into contact with cucumber.
So often I think we beat ourselves up over silly things like this – telling ourselves that we are weird or different. Making ourselves hide our little discretions, in the hope that no one will notice that we are not exactly the same as them. Hiding who we truly are.
Quite frankly, I love seeing other people’s quirkiness. It brings a smile to my face. I don’t think there’s a single thing that someone could do that would make me think they were odd, as I truly believe that everyone has their ‘things’. The only difference is, some people don’t bother to hide them.
People who show their differences are interesting to me. I find them attractive and intriguing, and I always find myself wanting to get them know them better. I’m sure I’m not alone on that one either. As humans, I think we tend to look up to people who are confident enough to be comfortable in their own skin. To say to the world ‘Here I am fuckers! Take me or leave me!’.
So will you join me in embracing your quirkiness? Let’s show the people around us that it’s actually fine to have some differences. Let’s, for once in our lives, just completely be ourselves. We are all wondrously unique and perfect.