I have a lot of random quirks. I don't know if you remember my (muthafuckin) snake in the (muthafuckin) toilet story [See "Z"]? Just thought I would share another...
At some point when I was younger, during my elementary school era and after the release of Teen Witch (special shoutout to Janet for sending me a copy!), I convinced myself that all little girls have magical powers. And like tradition, your powers of course don't become active until the eve of your 16th birthday, when you float over top your bed mid-slumber and then get sent off to live with your 500y/o aunts Hilda and Zelda or you just make friends with a creepy psychic.
I believed that in the years leading up to your 16th birthday, you had to protect your powers or fairies would come in the middle of the night and steal them little by little. And to protect your powers, you had to sleep with your hands balled into a fist. I am not even shitting you. This is what I honestly believed. BIG, CREEPY imagination.
Well, to this day, I cannot fall asleep without holding my hands in some deformed, fist-like manner, even though clearly those fairy bitches already stole my powers, right!? OR DID THEY? (DUN. DUN. DUN.) Only time will tell. I'm currently in wizard training with the Russos.
