Yesterday at church, two women sat in the pew in front of me. I don't know them, but I think they might have been mother and daughter. Throughout the sermon, the younger woman continually stroked the older woman's hair. No big deal, right? It isn't...yet for some reason, it became such a distraction, I was unable to focus on the sermon. My eyes kept going back to the girl's hand, moving in a repeated pattern. Finally, I had to block them from my field of vision in a not-so-subtle-manner. I didn't want to offend them, but....
My dad used to say he couldn't watch TV because I had one of those annoying habits. I would make small kicking movements when I crossed my legs. He had one as well. He would stroke his eyebrow continually.
It was like listening to a dripping faucet.
There was an episode of I Love Lucy, years ago, in which Rock Hudson was enlisted by Ricky Ricardo (Desi Arnaz) to tell Lucy a story about a man whose wife had left him over an annoying little quirk. I wonder...why do we find such seemingly insignificant things unbearable sometimes?
Do you have any such quirks? Does anyone in your life have any? How do you deal with them?