I don't really have many bizarre quirks. I like things to be neat and clean, but not OCD like, just normal-girl like.
I guess I think about limitations differently than most people. To me, limitations aren't walls, just hurdles. Like in piano, if I can't play a particular section because it's a tricky rhythm, I'm not going to go all: "Oh, I suck at this section, too bad, hope I don't fail at the recital!" I practice using different methods until I CAN play the thing!
It would seem obvious to most people for piano, but for me it expands to other things. Like art. When I realized that I failed at art, I began practicing and now I still fail, but I'm improving. When I couldn't do my splits, I practiced being flexible until I could do them.
It sometimes annoys me. People are like "Oh, I can't do this, I wish I could!" or "Oh, I'm so bad at this! I wish I was better!" And I'm like: "Well?"(as in, so what are you going to do about it?) And they give me a funny look back. I guess they didn't want it as badly as I thought.
Satya(remember her? Grr!) from dance class was watching our teacher do all three of her splits, and she said: "Wow! I wish I could do those." Back when she used to talk to me, she would watch me warm up before dance class and say: "I wish I were as flexible as you."
Sometimes flexibility is genetic, but not often. She should see me practice every day! She doesn't even try very hard in class, so I doubt she practices much at home. Does she think flexibility will just randomly fall out of the sky?
That's my problem. When I can't do or get something, I start scheming up ways to get or do them. Because to me, the whole world's fair game.
Normally my plan fails and I get all frustrated and cry. Like one time I wrote an essay in the wrong person accidentally and my teacher wanted me to switch it to third person. So I wrote the teacher a long and sentimental email on why she should just let me turn it in the way it was. It was a good email. I must have worked harder on the email then on the essay itself.
Her response went something like: "Shut up, and switch all your pronouns to third person." Not in those words, exactly.