Whistle

Work provides an interesting lull, where I grab either an napkin, paper towel or an old piece of paper and jot down whats on my own mind. Everything from the six o'clock tranny named Kyle that dresses like a woman and uses the women's restroom but goes by the name Kyle, to the fucked up regulars who loiter until we close.

When I'm writing I tend to have a few tics or bad habits. One of them is tapping my finger nails against a hard surface. Something about the way my nails grow out and the sharp jagged edges drives me crazy. I know I could just cut them, but it's almost like a game I play with myself. I used to be a notorious nail biter, until I realized my teeth were already too fucked up, so I stopped. Ever since then, I think this game I play is almost like a mind bender. I tap and tap gritting my teeth anticipating some sort of breakage or bite off but they remain in tact. It gives me anxiety, especially when I see dirt under my fingernails, but I let it ride until finally I let go and clip them altogether.

Bad tic, number two. I whistle when awkward. Whenever there's a dead silence or an awkward moment with a customer I try and whistle away my hatred toward them. The problem is, that 90% of the time they begin to whistle as well which infuriates me even more. They never seem to do it on purpose, but it just happens. It's a weird phenomenon that more people have to test. I have tried it on multiple occasions and proven it to be true. If you stand in a crowd while whistling, at least one other person will start it too. I'm not really sure why? Or if it's linked somehow to our brains, but it's a proven fact. Go on. Try it.

I Dare you.