I sing. I don't sing well. I don't have any talent or secret American Idol fantasies. (Fantasy Island fantasies, yes, but not American Idol) I sing, poorly, everywhere I go. It is a habit.
When I am shopping with my children we sing together. Rounds of "Twinkle Twinkle," and "Old MacDonald," and made up songs as well. Those go something like "Oh my goodness wait until i get you home, I get you home, I get you home..."
I also sing alone, browsing through book aisles or looking at hair color boxes, or in my car. It is something I do.
When my husband and I were new to one another, a lifetime ago it seems, it used to embarrass him. He would raise an eyebrow, or put his finger to his lips while his eyes pleaded with me to stop. Sometimes I would, other times I kept on keeping on for the pure satisfaction of aggravating him.
Early in our life together, before we were married, Bill and I broke up. Called it quits. Decided we were better off alone. It was a hard time for both of us. Ten weeks. But not really... because throughout that time he brought me flowers, left notes on my car, sent emails full of sweet lovely (albeit rough) prose. He wooed me, and I fell very much back in love with him.
Once secured in our relationship, he told me of his adventures without me. He said every time he was in a store and he heard some girl singing a bit off key, he would run toward the mystery voice to check and see if I was standing there, waiting for him, singing. It wasn't ever me, and it hurt his heart.
Needless to say, he never asked me to stop singing in public, ever again. As a matter of fact, I think he even likes it now. It helps him to locate me.
So, don't stop singing... or whatever it is that you do that may be a little wild, or crazy, or out of place. If it speaks to the person that you are, just do it. Just sing.
How about you? Are there any habits you have that are quirky but speak volumes about your personality?