Before I dish out the sleeping pills, let me define "traits" in this case. Normally, a trait is something like your hair or eye color. Your height. How well you see or hear. None of those things are weird in my case.
However... (there's always a "however," huh?) ...that doesn't mean that there's nothing weird on Eric's Planet. There's enough of that to go around the equator a few times and then some. So instead of "traits," let's go with "quirks." Besides, that'll make for better reading. Now let's quit the stalling and get to it. As usual, in no particular order...
Counting stairs. Weird indeed and why do I do this? I've been doing it since I was a kid. It might have been a subliminal challenge to myself to find the longest single-story flight of stairs or the tallest floor. Who really knows? But it could come in handy someday when I'm in a fire and need to get down a flight of stairs. I'll know just how many steps I'll need to take before I reach the bottom.
Driving vehicles with as many engine/transmission combinations as I can. This may take the prize for the weirdest trait/quirk of all time. Or maybe just take the cake. What does this mean? I'll try to explain... in the amusement park hobby, people try to ride as many different carousels, sky rides, roller coasters, etc. as they can. Each new one ridden is what's known as a "credit." I do log each new coaster I ride, but don't keep track of how many rides I've taken on it.
With this quirk, I'm trying to drive a vehicle with a two-cylinder engine, a three-cylinder, four-cylinder, and so forth. Also, I'm going after one with a two-speed automatic, three-speed automatic, and so on. Fuel: gasoline, diesel, hybrid, electric, etc. I think you get the picture (and are probably calling the police already...).
Elevators and Escalators--The Rides. Most people climb aboard one of these contraptions to move up or down a floor or 25. That makes perfect sense, being that these were invented for just that purpose. Not surprisingly, I approach these a bit...differently than regular folks.
As a kid, I was fascinated with our local May Co. store. It was a huge department store with five levels. That meant taking four escalators from the basement to the fourth floor, and four more to get back down. I don't know what it was with escalators. They're actually fairly complicated mechanical things, and I've always liked watching mechanical things in action. To this day, I'm still fascinated by these, though I no longer go to department stores just to ride them anymore.
As for the elevators, I liked the tickle in my tummy when they went down fast. The ones at May Co. were pretty quick. What a ride that was when you went from top to bottom non-stop!
Yes, I talk to myself. No, a little bird didn't tell you---I did! Too many times I've been thinking about something, and I ended up verbalizing it. I wish I had a dollar for each time someone in my household called out to me, "Did you say something?" Or "What?" Again, it's one of those things that I've done since childhood. And there's probably no cure for it.
Next time, I'll come up with some things that I would say to an ex-girlfriend. Better pull those lap bars down an extra notch...or two.
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