Holes in the Head

I realize now that, if by some chance arrangement of circumstances (likely not of my own design), I fulfill my wish to adopt a minimalist lifestyle, I will not ever be truly unencumbered. Oh, I may be relatively free of material albatrosses, but the emotional baggage I carry inside cannot so easily be discarded.

Take quirks, for instance. Even the most otherwise completely rational and visibly sane people have these. For myself, some of my quirks include:

• intense dislike of people sniffing continuously, close to my personal space, rather than blowing their nose
• being irritated by otherwise tech-literate writers who insist on putting an annoyingly redundant hyphen between the 'e' and the 'm' of email (why, William Gibson, why, why, why?!)
• mutter, mutter
  

Labels: personal, quirks