Diff'rent Strokes for Diff'rent Folks

I know I am not a normal person.

I'm not a typical girl, or even perhaps a typical human. But most of the time, I am OK with that. I know that it's weird to:

-Wear a banana costume to a party when most of the other girls are dressed all "sexy." I happen to think being a banana is funny. Perhaps I enjoy amusing myself more than others...?
-Obsessively need to make the bed every morning. I feel like if I leave the bed "messy," it will make the rest of my day feel "messy." Nor do I want to come home to the sight of an unmade bed, which I find to be very uninviting. Call it prissy, call it OCD...I just call it a quirk.
-"Survey" the drivers on the freeway by looking to see how people hold the steering wheel (10-and-2? one hand at 12 o'clock? no hands visible?), and then try to break it down by demographic. (Most Asian drivers over 30 do the 10-and-2.)
-Like shooting guns, riding motorcycles, building things, fixing things, cleaning and crossing things off lists. It's like tomboy meets Mrs. Clean. Chaos meets order. Adventure meets domestication. Matter and anti-matter?
-Enjoy science fiction and comic books.
-Have people honk at my butt when I'm walking down the street. I hate it!
-Be generally inept at graciously accepting compliments. You: "Oh, you look nice today." Me: "Really? I got this for like $12 at Target."
-Not really care if the yogurt or milk is a couple days past date. Does it smell OK? Alrighty then.
-Think things out better than I can write them down. I swear, if you could be in my head, you'd be enjoying the Great American Novel. Out here, it's more like Kerouac.
-Laugh realllly loud at things I find funny. Or blurt out things louder than I should (or at all).

And so much more. What I'm saying is, I'm aware that I don't fit the mold of women who are almost 30. Is that really so weird? I enjoy being different. And I'm not sure I could change that anyway, even if I wanted to.

However, I do admit that my obsession with ice cream is perhaps unforgiveably bizarre. Oooh, and gelato! Don't even get me started. Seriously.