Everyone has a list of weird and/or awesome things that fill them with an indescribable joy....a euphoria if you will. It can literally include anything: the weirder they are, the more people think it is a direct reflection that YOU are also weird. I love finding out little things like this about people. I think it allows me to silently and secretly judge and compare myself to those that tell me about their “idiosyncrasies”, but personally I think they they should be called “idiosynCRAZIES”...Do you see what I did there? SO in the interest of being judged, I will now list the little things that fill my heart and soul with joy...
1. Being right.
I don’t think there is one person anywhere...ever that doesn’t like being right. I do not believe for one second that it is possible to not like being right. Even if you’re not an outright enthusiast of being right all the time, everyone has to get a little happiness out of owning another person every once in awhile. I, however, absolutely adore being right. I will be the first to admit that nothing warms my insides like getting singled out and then turning it back around on someone. Short example: I was writing notes like a good student in class today when my professor stops the whole lecture. He firmly says my name and I look up to him standing no more than six inches from my desk. “Give me your cell phone. I saw you using it just now” he blurts. “I wasn’t using my phone, I was literally writing notes” I reply, completely embarrassed. “It’s in your lap” he insists. As I sit up and reveal my empty lap saying “no, it’s not”, he retracts, obviously embarrassed, and I, though HEATED, felt badass because I was right.
2. Made beds.
To be clear, freshly made beds that are all tucked in and tight make me happier than any piece of furniture ever could. I almost wish I was kidding...almost. I take so much pride in the made-ness of my bed, that it is to the point that if it isn’t to my liking, I can’t do anything until it is. It has to be tucked, tight, flat and smooth... or all hell breaks loose.
3. One Direction.
This completely qualifies as a guilty pleasure. I am not ashamed of the fact that these 5 impeccably well dressed British/Irish lads have roped me into their catchy songs and childish, but still teenage antics, but I am ashamed that they are either my age. (I believe one may be younger). I feel like if I ever ended in the same vicinity of them, I would reduce myself to a 12 year old and strike a smothering fear into their hearts as a screaming twenty-something year-old fan girl. The biggest reason why I am not wholeheartedly ashamed to be mildly in love with “1D” is the fact that I’m not alone. Even if people aren’t out of the closet yet, you know you are safe to flaunt how much you love One Direction because people can’t validly hate on you for something they too enjoy...that’s just plain hypocrisy.I waive my One Direction love loud and proud, and I refuse to turn their songs down in my car. The British Invasion has won me over.
4. Engulfing myself in a TV show.
I would like to thank Netflix for allowing me the privilege of practicing this...hobby? I don’t have the full on netflix where they send movies to your house, but I do have the instant streaming...which is how I like it...instant gratification of “oh man, I just watched 6 seasons of that this week?”. I’d call that gratification since at the tail end of those 6 seasons both my roommate and I owned our finals. That, however was like a year ago. By now, I have thoroughly combed through and conquered netflix... I will now proceed to list what I have accomplished.
--6 seasons of Weeds- 1 week
--6 chapters of Greek (really only like 4 seasons)- probably a week
--MULTIPLE disney channel or ABC family original movies about high school cliques clashing into a love story, always involving a makeover and fashion show of said makeover.
--6 seasons of “The Hills”- to be honest, toward the end my IQ dropped so low that I was only watching it to prove to myself I could do it. I tried to sit through Laguna Beach but literally wanted to end my own life and I tested out the spin off “The City” because I felt like Whitney was the only normal one of The Hills, but I just couldn’t deal with it. I can’t stand anything about it...but I did make it through.
--I’m currently working on Breaking Bad. My dad and I started watching it together and would watch like 5 episodes a night and then I came home one night and he surpassed me to the point of not being able to catch up. SO as I finish, he is anxiously awaiting the arrival of the 4th season to netflix as I catch up and then wait, thus proving the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
--I like to go back and rewatch Grey’s, How I Met Your Mother, Scrubs, etc...I mean who doesn’t
--All of the UK Skins
--And so many others its somewhat embarrassing. My roommate’s dad threatened to cancel the account because we watched so much...My mom did as well, but never followed through.
and lastly, my favorite thing that currently brings me joy:
5. Alton Brown.
Well mostly the food network in general, but also mostly just him. He’s ungodly smart, and like one direction, incredibly well dressed. No one carries off a bow tie quite like him (except for one direction...I feel like the sport them on the reg). More than that, I will be the first person to admit that he is good looking...and quirky...like sexy geek chic. Some additional reasons I like him? You’ve got it...
1. I started watching Good Eats my freshman year first semester when I stumbled upon him on hulu and realized that he uses chemistry. I was taking a nutrition class that delved heavily into chemistry and was taught by the most boring man in Rhode Island. I decided that I needed to raise what I could only assume was an F so I made good ol’ AB my professor and guess what? That assumed F turned into a B+ thanks to him...so now, I owe Alton Brown everything.
2. His show is genius. I have used his recipes from Good Eats and followed them exactly and literally everything I have made has come out perfect. So perfect, in fact that it makes me feel like I could drop everything and stop by culinary school real fast and go pro.
3. He’s Alton freaking Brown. He makes his own list. Everyone needs to love him.
I hope that inspires you to take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror and say “yes, I am indiosynCRAZY, but I love it”. If you do so, you open the door to being judged, but in turn justifying yourself to judge others... watch out bitches.
