If you ever try to talk to me while I’m putting on deodorant, expect me to just stare at you blankly until I’m done, because I’m busy.
1, 2, 3, 4…
20. That’s the magic number. 20. It takes 20 swipes per arm to make sure I have put on the amount of deodorant I consider sufficient.
I can’t tell you when I came up with this scheme or this number. I’m sure I know why: because I like proof and when I know the exact amount, I know I have a sufficient application of deodorant.
But this shouldn’t be something we should be ashamed of. It should be, in a weird way, something to be celebrated. I am a deodorant counter! It’s okay. I’m still a great person.
Be proud of who you are. Be proud of your weirdness. Be proud of the difference you bring to the table. It may not be as cool as a short math exercise in personal hygiene, but it’s part of what makes you uniquely you.
Enjoy who you are.