I woke up in the middle of the night because my partner, bless her, has a range of well presented and obviously elegant eccentricities. One of them is she can start laughing out loud in the middle of the night and then just carry on sleeping. It can wake me up and set my mind in gear, but, in the morning, when I ask her what amused her the nonplussed expression makes me realise that she had as little idea as I did. She’s just a ” Sleep Laugher” however you spell that.
Sometimes when I’m in one room and she is in another I will become aware of a murmuring. “Sorry. What was that” I shout out. More murmuring until I finally get up and walk down the passage to our bedroom where she is doing some urgent grooming. I repeat my question. “Shall we have chicken tonight” she says but now I can hear her and all is clear. It’s an endearing eccentricity and part of those little idiosyncrasies which bind couples together.
When you get into the depths of people’s characters and habits they can be as odd as it is possible to imagine. It almost another way of deep-sea diving or space flight. No doubt we are, in some way, as mysterious to ourselves as we are to others.
Possibly I may well not be entirely free of eccentricities despite the valiant coaching of many friends and loved ones but I cannot tell you what they are. The strange thing is that people seem largely unaware of their own oddness. They consider their behaviour perfectly normal while looking askance at the antics of others. In the main I have a tolerant view of human nature and feel that, on some occasions, we all drink freely from the cup of madness. Unless the results are pernicious I don’t really care. Once they have been welcomed to the CD hall of acceptance I just nod at their waywardness and regard it as part of the weather pattern of my world.
Thats me. Possibly as a measure of self preservation all forms of oddness are welcome here as long as they are not pernicious. What is pernicious then? Well. don’t get me started on that one, otherwise you’ll start calling me an opinionated windbag and that just won’t do.