My quirks

My quirks

Show you how my brain works

They hint at what’s going on

And all of my unique perks

I like, to keep, my room as organized as it can be

But my bunched up clothes and messes in drawers is all that you can’t see

I obsess, over, something for a few weeks

And drop it after learning a new skill, or a new technique

I expect, the worst, to be satisfied with the results

This doesn’t typically make sense to most ‘practical adults’

I save the best, piece of food for the end

So touch my pizza crust or loose fries and we are no longer friends

I’m smart, but when, I’m tired I get dumb

I say thing like “I can make a hat to protect our head” forgetting where helmets are from

I stick, to the, same things every day

Same lunch, same friends, same games to play, that is just my way

I read, a ton, but still have grammar like a kid

And don’t mention my handwriting and how it looks like it was written by a pig

I laugh, a lot, to the point that I can’t breathe

I fall to the floor in agony and joy while jittering my teeth

My quirks

My quirks

My subtle behaviors

Good or bad, the make up me and that is how I work