I'm an Odd Guy

People who know me tend to know that I'm a bit different. Some people think it's delightful and think I'm fun to be around. Others, like my older brother, think it makes me annoying, but I'm not just odd in my mannerisms, but I'm weird physically. I'm pretty sure I received just about every recessive gene I could've possibly gotten from my parents.
1. I'm allergic to milk.
It's really not as bad as people think. I grew up without being able to have it, so I don't often care. I had a kid tell me that he'd kill himself if he couldn't have chocolate milk. For one, that's a tad excessive, and two, rice milk tastes a lot better than regular milk anyway (I tried a glass of cow's milk once and I thought it was gross. The stomach issues later on weren't pleasant either...). My one weakness are Cheese-Its. I made the mistake of trying a few and I realized that they are incredibly delicious and now I'm always tempted to eat them whenever they're around. I always have to debate on whether the pain will be worth it later on.
2. I was born with eleven fingers.
Now, before you ask, I don't have it still. It was just a flap of skin with a finger nail on it, but it's still pretty cool. I still have a nub where it used to be, but I don't tend to think about it. I can technically say I've had an amputation too.
3. I'm a ginger.
Only one of my parents is red headed, and I'm the only child out of six to have full on red hair. My little sister is strawberry blonde, but that's as close as anyone comes. I often get told that I don't have a soul. It's especially ironic when Atheists tell me this since they don't believe anyone has a soul. All I can say is that if I didn't have a soul, then I wouldn't be planning on becoming a Benedictine monk in the next two years, and if I don't have a soul, then that doesn't mean that I can't care about the people who do.
4. I have green eyes that fluctuate between shades.
Neither of my parents have green eyes and all of my siblings have blue (The same as each of my parents). I've had people look into my eyes and say it was like I was staring into their soul (Probably because of the hair as well). I've had people compliment me on my eyes and get freaked out when they looked at them. One time I looked in the mirror and they were solid grey. I got a little freaked out by that.
5. I'm left handed.
Only one in ten people are left handed and both of my parents are right handed. This always comes in handy when playing tennis for my school because half way through the set, the other doubles team will be like, "Oh! He's left handed!" and realize why I'm always hitting forehands.

That concludes a brief summary of my weirdness. Have a lovely day.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

An update to this post, I have now discovered that I more than likely have Tourette syndrome. It just keeps on adding up.