Selective mutism (I will literally stop talking for days.)
Lack of interest in reading. (Major red flag because I always have a book or five readily on hand.)
Dehydration and hypoglycemia. (Basically I get too tired and crabby to want to deal with something as simple as getting a glass of water.)
Zero patience. (Things that are mildly annoying become the last straw.)
Watching/ignoring walk throughs of video game on YouTube. (There is absolutely nothing constructive or remotely thought provoking in this past time it is completely passive, a trait that is generally alien to my nature.)
One really obnoxious, catchy song played on repeat for days on end. (Usually, I have a playlist I'll listen to and only repeat when I walk Rue or am working on a new piece of writing.)
Insomnia. (I have a sleep schedule that works, but it's weird. And my brain just decides, nope, not even going to do that...)
Light avoidance. (I will not put up shades, turn on lights, go outside, or even upstairs.)
I don't write or post to any of my media. (This goes hand in hand with my selective mutism.)
I won't cook, meal plan, or even go to the store. I don't want to deal with dishes, so I ignore a pretty basic requirement of food.
Hiding downstairs especially when the weather is perfect for walking Rue Dog.
Being crabby about being crabby.
I forgot to add being glaringly sarcastic, but letting others interpret it as literal truth.
e.g.
Had a condescending old grump come through the bookshop the other day. The conversations between him and a couple other booksellers pegged the archetype. I was so not going to play nice.
I pulled out the dead pan, empty headed pretty female card. I rarely do this, but when I do it is only because I'm tired of people's crap. Want to prove you're a twat here's your chance. He seized the opportunity with both hands.
He looked me in the face and said. 'You don't look like you read. Do you read?'
My reply, 'Read what, a book? Never. Haven't opened one since 6th grade when I had to. Social media sure. Texts, also. Anything else, no way. Too much work.'
COG's response, 'Thought so.' Guy paid for his book and left.
Entertainingly enough the customer directly behind the COG was a regular who asks me for nonfiction recommendations on a weekly basis and knows the fluency of my reading repertoire. (6 - 8 books per week with touchpoint recall of a huge portion of our physical inventory. I'm 36% faster and 82% more accurate than our computerized inventory system.) It is highly eclectic and second to none at our bookshop.
He was laughing so hard he was crying when the door shut behind the COG.
I got the regular rung up and his books packaged when he asked, 'Read much?'
My reply, 'A bit.'
He was still laughing when he left.
For the most part, I will be a reasonable human, but sometimes the temptation to bait the oblivious is overwhelming.
It wasn't the kind thing to do and I still did it without feeling a bit of guilt.
