I was supposed to snag Laureen's survey and do it myself, but something came up, and it's this one weird habit I used to have as a kid. We all love Jolly Spaghetti, right? But I can clearly remember that I used to pluck each ground piece of meat, only retaining the fat hotdogs, just so I can eat it indulgently. Weird, right? And mind you, I even used to call them buto, hahaha.
And the other weirder habits started to hover my memory.
I was immensely frightened by mascots. Like, seriously, whenever I was at another kid's birthday party, I would segregate myselft in avoidance of the freakin' creature. I think the fear was generated by this 90s film which starred the cute Gutierrez twins that had a giant that injured the masses. The phobia vamoosed when this mascot from Max's Restaurant pursuadedly hugged and carried me on my 5th birthday. They were really nice, after all. Haha, and yes, it took me quite a while to figure out that they're human too. Weird!
Then there was my fear of firecrackers. My parents would always have a difficult time celebrating New Year's eve because I would cuddle up to either shoulder each time I hear a boomerang. I would cry like a newborn and gradually sabotage the celebration via my toddler-ish tantrums. I can't exactly remember when the fear waned, but I'm glad it did. Not that I enjoy firecrackers already, they're still cancer to my ears each holiday, but it'd just be weird to not party during the time, right? I enjoy fireworks though. They're beautiful. Anyway...
Now that I'm all grown up, I can't pin-point a weird habit that I presently have. Maybe one thing, I crack my knuckles and cough like I contain severe tuberculosis each time I get butterflies in my stomach. That's very manly, eeks. Have a great weekend, everyone!