Well, fact one isn't weird but it explains the first two facts after it
-My birth was incredibly difficult. I came out feet first, umbilical cord tied around my neck twice. Once the doctors had me right side up by means of forceps and breathing by means of whatever the hell they do to make children breath, I stayed normal for a day. Then I contracted scarlet fever.
-One of my earlobes is connected and short, while the other is not connected and hangs. People don't notice until I point it out, normally.
-My bones aren't double jointed, but every limb on my body can bend to at least a 110 degree angle. My posture is terrible because of this. It makes me look like I'm 5'9" when I'm actually 6'0"
-My eyes are more likely to be green if I have a green shirt, grey if it's cloudy outside, and blue when I'm around blue water (pool, ocean, etc. Not lakes, usually.) It's not the actual colour changing, they're just a bit reflective. I'm pretty sure everyone's eyes do it, but people always point it out to me in those situations.
-I am the fourth of my family's name. (William Edward Rice, IV.) Again, not very weird, but it's not as common as other names.
-I can't taste a difference between diet sodas and normal ones.
-I can't discern dark blues. Anything beyond regular blue appears black or grey.
-I mess with my normal, not connected earlobe. Like playing with or just holding it. If I don't, I start to get anxious. It has to be cold, too. If it's warm or hot (like after wearing headphones for extended bits of time) I won't touch it. I used to grab onto my dad's or mom's when I was a baby, according to what they tell me. I ignore my short earlobe.
-I love numbers in sets of 3, 5, or 7. I don't know why.
-I get nervous/anxious/annoyed when my hands are dirty. It's not inhibiting, it just bothers me
-I used to not be able to touch grass or mud. My mom didn't want me to develop OCD, so she shoved my hands into mud and wouldn't let me wash them until I wouldn't feel the compulsion to clean them, and then made me sit outside on the grass until I quit trying to get away from it.
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