Irritating me.

Traits I can't get rid of.

Everyone has annoying traits. So do I. Admittedly, I have quite a few. I think they have diminished somewhat over the years. Or my self-awareness has diminished, that could be true as well. But dear friends, family, and dearest boyfriend, I'm afraid you will have to live with a few of my quirks. Because I just can't get rid of them.

Everything open

I just saw Lies lightly irritated closing a cabinet door that I, of course, had forgotten. “Sorry, but I can't stand this.” I really understand. Daily I hear my friend cursing from the kitchen because he has bumped into an open kitchen cabinet again. My fault, oops. And somehow, that cap of the toothpaste just won't go on for me. My brain has developed the doesn't-need-to-be-closed mechanism and I'm really not proud of it.

Stumbling

The more I try not to do anything clumsy, the faster I fall. Dates often start for me with a fall. My current boyfriend found me at the bottom of my stairs during our second meeting. I had accidentally and very uncharmingly slid down on my butt. Hiding the pain from your completely bruised backside is quite difficult.

Bathroom scenes

I get up every night to take a pee , around three o'clock. It has now become a tradition not to flush. Yes, sorry, but I'm in a sleep trance then. And I also have that door open syndrome in the bathroom. Even in public places. Total strangers in restaurants have seen me sitting on the toilet too often. I do quickly and startled close the door when someone approaches, but that's usually just a bit too late.

Screaming kitchen maid

How annoying is it when groups of girlfriends greet each other and sounds come out that are louder than twenty fairground attractions combined? Especially when it's friends who see each other every single day. Still, I'm really very sorry, but I belong to such a screaming kitchen maid. In fact; I often scream the loudest and jump on my girlfriends like a happy monkey when I see them. Annoying for strangers, of course, such an exaggerated greeting. And no matter how hard I try to restrain myself, I just can't help it when I see those girls. They call it love.

Snack

When my boyfriend orders a big fat hamburger and I'm convinced of my good choice to have a salad, I always regret it. There he is enjoying such a delicious juicy thing. “Go ahead, ask,” he always says annoyed. Because no meal goes by for him (or actually for all my dining companions) without me wanting a bite. Or two.

Talk with the hand

One of my friends even dedicated an Instagram photo to it recently; a busy talking Coco with arms going in all directions. When I talk, I find it incredibly necessary to support this with my hands. It's nice, a bit of expression. But unfortunately, during my chatter, a glass breaks a bit too often. Often filled with red wine. This. must. stop.