Consider this a think piece.

Yes, I want you to join me as we explore our quirky side. Some people may call it our weird side, but I prefer quirky – what really makes us peculiar or unique.

If you are in denial about your quirkiness, ask someone who is near and dear to you – someone who really knows you. Your spouse, for example. I’ll bet your better half – so to speak – can at least get you started with a list.

This surfaced as a topic as I was lying in bed last night. I didn’t have a topic that I would write about this week, and I figured I would think about a possibility as I drifted into sleepland. But first, I had to make sure that both doors that lead to the bedroom were open.

I thought how strange that was. Peculiar. Yes, downright quirky. Out of the blue, I had a topic. I would write about some of the oddities in my life, some of my actions that make me unique.

Of course, I called out to Becky and asked for her assistance. In just a matter of seconds, I had a few ideas and off to sleep I went.

Now, back to this open-door bedroom policy.

For as long as I can remember, that’s been a big deal. I don’t know why. I don’t have a clue, but I cannot stand to be in a bedroom behind closed doors if it’s just Becky and me in the house. And it doesn’t matter how much noise Becky is making, just don’t close the doors.

OK, I should stop here. As I’m getting honest with you about some weirdness – and I’m hopeful you are joining me with some thoughts of your own – please, no analyzing. Just recognize that we – and, yes, that includes you -- are peculiar (or unique) and leave it there. Don’t try to trace this behavior back to some childhood traumatic event.

I guess my biggest quirk is when I prefer to begin my day. I’m up at about 2:30 a.m. almost every day. Yes, that’s 2:30 in the morning. On a typical morning, I roll out of bed at that time, grab a cup of cold coffee and head to Gracie’s room. Actually, it’s my home office that I share with our beloved human-dog Gracie.

I check on the news of the day according to whatever Yahoo chooses as the news of the day, then I explore other news sources – like Facebook, for example. Then, I head to work right here at home, writing news stories, entertaining and/or educational columns or taking care of other responsibilities that I deem very important business.

By 8 a.m., I’m ready for lunch.

And by the way, it’s 3:27 a.m. and I’m fresh and wide awake as I write. Yes, I believe I produce my best work this time of day. You don’t have to agree with me. What matters this time of day is what I think. And since there’s nobody here to challenge me – except Gracie, and she’s asleep – I’ll just write on, thinking that I’m just so full of specialness.

So, how do I rate on the quirkiness scale so far? Nailed it? That’s what I thought you would say.

Some of you are pretty sharp and caught something I mentioned earlier. You read that I grabbed a cup of cold coffee. Yes, if there’s some coffee left in the pot overnight, I just pour a cup and head to Gracie’s room. Coffee doesn’t have to be hot, does it?

Cold coffee, cold food. That’s just fine with me.  Becky contributed this to my quirky list, saying this “drives her up the wall.” Bless her heart. Yes, it really bothers Becky that I can pull something from the refrigerator and start eating it cold. Yes, I know how to operate the microwave.

I will agree that some food is best when served hot. Right away, I can think of hamburgers and chili. I’m sure there are a few other items I could add to the list, but those are two that come to mind immediately.

I’m on a roll now and I could add some more quirkiness in this space – like how important it is to park your car between the lines and why God invented crosswalks. I’ll save those thoughts for another day.

I’ve got to end because I’ve written myself into some guilt feelings. I’ve started thinking about Becky and how my cold food quirkiness affects her. Some special days are coming up – Valentine’s Day and her birthday the day after – so I’m going to give her a special treat. I’m going to take some special leftovers from the refrigerator and head straight to the microwave.

I can break through here. I can do it. I can actually eat warm – or even hot – food. Just don’t ask me to close the bedroom door or sleep in until 4 a.m. or so. I’ve got to keep some quirkiness that really makes me special.


Jim Hardin may be reached at

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