In Which I Am Really Strange

If you haven't noticed before, I'm kind of a strange guy.

I know, I know. I really should have warned you before unloading such staggering news. Shocking, but it's true. I can't give you any specifics as why exactly I think I'm strange (although a quick trip through the archives here would probably give you a decent enough explanation), I just know that there are times where I stop in the middle of doing something or saying something and think to myself, where exactly am I going with this? When one has to stop and think, and I mean really think about what they're doing or saying, that's a pretty good indicator of oddness.

Take, for example, my recent habit of making faces at myself in the bathroom mirror at work. I'll be standing there at the sink washing my hands, and I'll make a face at myself. Nothing major, maybe a smirk or a raised eyebrow. Then I'll add in a couple of flared nostrils or cross my eyes. Next I'll stick out my tongue and wave it side to side like Jabba the Hut did when he was dying in The Return Of The Jedi (hint: it's 15 seconds in). I'll continue making the face at myself until I either realize exactly what I'm doing, or until someone else walks into the bathroom. I've been caught a few times by various co-workers, but I think I've got them fooled. I just fake a sneeze, and that usually throws 'em off.

I've also been doing this thing lately where I'll walk from the bathroom sink to the paper towel dispenser with my hands out in front of me Frankenstein-style, and pretend that the water dripping from my hands is slime or ooze or some other equally disgusting liquid. I don't know why. It's a bit childish and honestly, I feel stupid afterwards. I tell myself each time I do it that that was the last time I'm going to do it... and then the next time I'm in the bathroom, after I finish making faces at myself in the mirror, I'll stagger to the paper towel dispenser with my dripping hands and wonder how I got to be so damn weird.

I've thought about why I do these things, and I think it's my bored subconscious shining through to try to lighten things up a bit. With all the overtime I've been working lately, things can get pretty monotonous. I suppose I should be thankful, because at least my strangeness is a sort-of secret strangeness, which is more than I can say for some of my co-workers. Then again, with the times where I've been caught making faces or walking like Frankenstein, I think I've displayed enough oddness around the office since I've been there where I can only imagine what my co-workers think of me.

What are some of the strange things you find yourself doing?

Have a good weekend, everyone.