Our Father's Mustache

So, I’m not sure how people misunderstand me when I tell them that I’m pretty much the textbook definition for “quirky,” but it seems to be happening a lot lately (particularly in the dating arena), and I think it would be a good idea for me to expound on exactly HOW I am a working definition for quirk.

(And for those of you who are unfamiliar with the definition of “Quirky,” it’s simple meaning is describing something or someone who is not conventional, unexpected, out of the ordinary, etc.)

1. I am extremely honest. If you ask me what I’m thinking about at any given moment, you run the risk of learning too much about me. An example:

“Katie, why are you having a bad day?”
“Because my bra doesn’t match my panties, and it’s really throwing me off.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
“Well, I could use a hug.”
“No.”
“Thanks for nothing.”

2. Depending on the day, I might cry about how cute puppies are. I don’t feel like I should have to explain that because puppies are cute, dangit.

3. I was homeschooled for a while. I also attended a private school for a while, and a school for the artistically gifted. Not concurrently, obviously.

4. I own two pairs of full-length overalls, two pairs of shortalls, and one jumper that looks like overalls, but it’s a skirt. And yes, I think they’re cool, and not in an ironic way. Like, I legitimately think they are the stuff.

5. Some people say I dance like a middle-aged woman, but I don’t care. I just do what’s the most fun and if I’m not the most coordinated, then oh well.

“Katie, you’re like the worst dancer ever.”
“Okay.”
“No, like, you look like a middle-aged mom when you dance.”
“Okay.”
“It’s hilarious how stupid you look.”
“Thanks. I’m going to go dance more because it’s fun.”

6. Things I am passionate about: Unicorn/s, mustaches, the Oxford Comma, music, literature, alpaca ranching, maintaining loyal friendships, cancer research, hugs, giggles, cookies, street tacos, the ocean, writing beautiful things, nail polish, snoopy, lamb chop, pepper (my dog), Jesus…I could go on, but I’m starting to get distracted.

7. I drink a lot of coffee. Like, 50 fl oz a day. Except Sundays, because I usually switch to ddp after the church service is over.

8. I always read the last page of a book first because I don’t like surprises. I need to know where the story is headed before I invest my time and energy into it. I do the same thing with plot spoilers for movies.

9. I refuse to eat the last inch of the banana. There’s something weird about that last bite and I just can’t handle it.

10. I’m an introvert who pretends to be an extrovert so I can successfully coexist with modern society. I hate watching TV to pass time. I have a few shows I enjoy, but I’d so much rather just sit in my room and be quiet, by myself, writing or reading, or just listening to music and thinking. Constantly being around others exhausts me.

Anyway, those are just a few examples of my quirks and there are tons and tons more. I get nervous when I go on dates with guys who don’t know me AT ALL because I don’t think they understand that I’m not putting on an act or am weird, I’m just different, and I’m me. I can’t help that I overshare details that probably freak most people out, but I don’t know how to keep those things to myself. And I’d rather share about my life than not give any details whatsoever.

I guess the best way to sum it up is with a hashtag or two: #overshare #dontcare