My friends and family will tell you I have an arsenal of odd quirks. There’s the windmill hands. There’s the pacing, a trait my oldest son has inherited. Then there’s the fidgeting problem.
Mood music (R.I.P. Mike Starr):
Ah, yes. I fidget a lot.
That’s why I tend to work with my feet up on the desk. It keeps me still. When I sit like a normal person my legs start to bounce up and down as if I had a couple bass drum pedals strapped on.
The feet on the desk started with a crippling back problem several years ago. I found that was the only way I could get comfortable. The back pain is long gone, but I still can’t seem to sit normally. In work meetings it would obviously be rude of me to put my feet on the table, so I sit with the feet on the ground.
Twenty minutes into the average meeting, I’m in hell. I have to hold back the overwhelming urge to tap my feet or tap the table with my fingers. If a meeting lasts more than an hour, sitting there starts to get physically painful.
I can never sit at the kitchen table for long, either. I tend to eat fast and then get up and do other things. Duncan has a similar problem.
In the grand scheme of things, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. I live with it well enough, and nobody hassles me over it.
But next time you walk by my desk and wonder why I’m sitting the way I do, that’s why.