Ever since Zooey Deschanel graced the world with her presence, the rest of us have been clamoring to establish our quirky sides… because it’s so damn cute. Just the other day, I overheard a hipster telling his platonic girl friend that he hates soap bars–because hating soap bars not only makes sense in our liquid-soap world, but also allows her to see him as vulnerable, adorable, and sexy.
My quirky thing? Whenever I write, I’m hyperconscious of my font size and sentence length… because I don’t want a word to get stranded, alone on one line. It’s so sad. If I foresee that a word is going to be lonely, I deliberately break the line I’m writing so he can have a friend.
I know. I’m so fucking cute.
Please know that I’ve done this since childhood, before quirky hipsters were a thing. So I’m, like, super quirky and adorable.