Friday, June 26, 2009
We all have them. Little quirks that make us who we are, be the quirks good or bad. These idiosyncrasies express our characters. We may look one way and be another way. We may feel one way and present a different persona altogether.
My youngest daughter the other day called them "idiotsyncrasies". I did my best not to laugh. I asked her what my "idiotsyncrasies" were and she told me, in a matter of fact way, that I have a habit of talking to other drivers. I realized that she was right. Over the last year and a half I have gotten vocal once again. I am working on it, as I cannot really drive anyone else's vehicle other than my own. So I am practicing breathing instead of venting. Really, my daughter was right. If I am yabbering on to another driver who can't even hear me, I am actually practicing "idiotsyncrasy". I am the one who looks like an idiot to those who are with me in the vehicle, and I sound like one too. So I am practicing silence and only voicing what is necessary while I drive. In the meantime, I am chuckling at how much wisdom comes out of the mouths of babes. I did correct her on how to pronounce the word, but totally embraced the message.