TBWCYL Day 196 - Mr. Manner-isms

Well, yesterday was a day of continuously trying to notice the mannerisms that I have. I am very aware of the number of odd things I do.

I sit on my leg in meetings, I constantly touch my nose (partly during the picking stage and partly from rubbing the skin where my nostril meets my face), I bite my nails, and I cross my arms. These are the most consistent ones I have but I know there are plenty more.

The book says biting your nails is a sign of repressed anger. FUCK YOU!

Shaking a leg stands for chronic anxiety. Not sure I believe that one. I do tend to tap my leg or if it is crossed, I shake my foot but I am not a very anxious person. Actually, that isn't true. I get very anxious to get going with things. I got reprimanded a couple of days ago for getting up from the table before Diana was done eating. Even though I was standing in the dining room, she said it was rude for me to get up before she was done. Who knew?

It also says touching your nose indicates a lack of confidence to face others. However that isn't my reasoning for touching my nose. I just enjoy it. I enjoy a good nugget dive and when it comes to rubbing it, well, honestly that is because I am curious what that area smells like. I can't help myself. Maybe that is more of an OCD thing as opposed to a mannerism.

Hell, I could go on and on about the things I do. Right now I want to scratch my eyebrow, (two scratches to the right and then smooth out the hairs), I want to rub the back of my ear and smell it, OK I did that one, and I want to sniff my watch band. I don't do these things in front of co-workers, so again maybe these are also OCD. I just can't tell anymore.

That is all,

Newt