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Brandles "quirky" Rammble

I like to deem myself a very friendly and understanding person who does not judge, but I often think about how others see me, and I am not sure they agree. I have quirks just like everyone else, but mine are somewhat odd, and although they even annoy me, I truly mean no harm by them.



Sometimes these so called quirks get in the way of my enjoying an evening with friends. For example, I cannot handle whistling, loud swallowing, chewing, etc. I tend to get very frustrated with myself. As I am sure most people get frustrated with me. My boyfriend (what would I do without him?) puts up with my strange complaints, but do other people? My guess is probably not, so I try to hide how irritated I become when someone does one of these seemingly normal things. I often plug my ears, clear my throat, or anything else to drown out the noise.

Why do these things bother me so much? Why can I not just ignore, or not even hear these things, like other people do? I will probably never know the answer to these questions. I take medication for anxiety, and have been able to calm these things that annoy me to the point sometimes I just want to be alone, but even the meds are not always the answer. Basically, I love all my friends and family, actually just people in general, so if I ever seem to be out of sorts, take no offense. Often it is just my annoying quirks, and believe me, we all have them.

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