When a car driving by pumps loud, obnoxious rap out of its windows, with the bass high enough to make my molars rattle, I turn up the Mozart and keep walking.
Whenever I talk to someone on the phone, I have to walk around in geometric shapes. If I'm at home, I walk along the edge of the big rug in the living room. If the floor has patterns, I walk along them. It doesn't matter who calls, I can't stand still.
I can't harm a book. That includes writing, folding pages, highlighting, and breaking the spine. Having to do so makes me cringe and produces almost physical pain. Books are sacred.
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Those are my three random facts for the day. I was almost run over by one of those loud cars, had to annotate my German play, and walked on every other brick in the diagonal across the old plaza while talking to my mother.
Whenever I talk to someone on the phone, I have to walk around in geometric shapes. If I'm at home, I walk along the edge of the big rug in the living room. If the floor has patterns, I walk along them. It doesn't matter who calls, I can't stand still.
I can't harm a book. That includes writing, folding pages, highlighting, and breaking the spine. Having to do so makes me cringe and produces almost physical pain. Books are sacred.
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Those are my three random facts for the day. I was almost run over by one of those loud cars, had to annotate my German play, and walked on every other brick in the diagonal across the old plaza while talking to my mother.
1 comment:
Walking in geometric patterns only eh. Hmmm. That could cause the odd problem or three. Isn't it a sign of something? (I'm quite the reverse and wander round aimlessly when on the phone - typical of me really). I use Post-it notes all over my books so as not to harm them. The only solution to the music vandals might be Wagner instead of Mozart.
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