Idiosyncrasy – a cooking pot and twisted tales

Life offers us two choices, to sit and laugh with it or to sit and be the butt of its jokes. Jacqueline

One characteristic that I would recommend for anyone to cultivate is a decent sense of humour and I am not referring to the surge in finding fun in sick, derogatory and hurtful jokes made at the expense of others.

I talk about learning to laugh at yourself and the things that life toss at you.

From personal experience, I know how easy it is to get caught up in bitterness at the hard punches thrown at you, and how we could find ourselves walking the path of unforgiveness without even knowing that we are doing so.

Like a revolving door, holding on to the door of bitterness and unforgiveness only keeps you going round in circles and often times, it might hit you in the face or the back side.

A daily example that comes easily to mind is my husband’s idiosyncratic attitudes that used to drive me up the wall. As long as I kept my eyes’ on them, they simply became more magnified and drowned out other sides that were far better.

It took the conscious effort of cultivating an attitude of changing my perspective and searching for reasons to laugh over it and not stew in annoyance – it took me years of sweating the small stuff – I found very good reasons not to throw shoes at him 😉

Jacqueline

Quirks are idiosyncratic habits that distinguishes us as individuals.

It may not necessarily be peculiar to us, but those close to us identify us with these little quirks which can be sometimes amusing or annoying.

It may or not be found attractive by your close ones, but they live with it out of love for you 😉

Please, there is a huge difference between bad manners and quirkiness. They are not interchangeable.

Some people behave badly and bad manners is not cute, period! I just had a little rant post, about such here.

For instance back home, we have something they call ‘African time’ it totally gets on my nerves.

You invite people for a ‘do’ that is scheduled to start at 2pm and they turn at 5pm and it’s viewed as normal.

I respect people’s time, so, whenever we are invited out back home, I will want to go on time, but my husband, will drag his feet until two hours later before we leave and truth be told, he is usually right, because others start arriving at that time and we are not left coming too early and possibly catching the hostess still in her hair net and night gown.

Personally, I had a habit of eating out of my husbands plate and feeding him tidbits of the day’s events. I wonder why his food always looked tastier – meanwhile, I am the one that prepared it.

The poor guy was askance and it took a while for him to get used to my dipping into his plate.

Funny enough, I have let go of this habit, which I got to realize that I picked up from my mother who used to do exactly the same thing with my dad all through their lives together. I was becoming my mother.

I let it go because my husband tends to eat late and it wasn’t helping my weight matters, now, he is the one trying to coax me to join him – looking for a partner in crime of eating late, though on some days he succeeds in persuading me 😉

The Daily Post Quirk of habit.

Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others.