Pouring myself through the tubes of the internets, I noticed that some bloggers are following a meme in which they post several quirky things about themselves. [For example.]

Quirks are interesting. Everybody has them; some of us have lots, and are called quirky. Of course, some of us are simply nuts, but that’s beside the point.

I have some quirks. One involves checking the locks at bedtime, walking away, and being unable to remember what I learned when I checked the locks. Were they locked? Back I go, but not more than once. It’s not OCD, just HUA.

I’m not going to post several of my quirks, but I will share one more: I like to plop on my bed sometimes when I get home. I don’t get in bed, don’t undress, and I don’t lie down exactly; I just plop, or flop. Occasionally, I flounder just a bit. I walk up to the end of the bed, and fall face first. Then I like there a minute or two, get up, and go about my business. It’s not a nap and not much rest, but it seems to center me.

This quirk undoubtedly dates to my childhood. I think I did it in high school, and I’m sure I used to do it in college.

I can’t explain it, and I only do it a few times a month so I don’t get many opportunities to examine the act. Besides, critical inquiry would certainly ruin the experience. But I will say that it feels good to reacquaint myself with the horizontal axis of the corporeal world, in the midst of my ill considered, myopic striving for the Divine.

So what kind of quirky stuff do you do?