Restless Hand Syndrome

I know what you're all thinking.

"Oh lord, here goes Katie on one of her webMD rants, thinking she has some strange, made up disease, which is actually another kind of mental disorder." (I believe this condition is known as hypochondria, for you budding psychologists out there.)

But you know what? Restless Hand Syndrome is just as real as Restless Leg Syndrome or ADD or things of that nature, which a lot of people think are a load of crap. (I'm not saying I do or don't, I'm just stating facts here.) And by golly, I have Restless Hand Syndrome, even if you don't believe me.

If any of you know me well, you may or may not have noticed that I almost always have something in my hands to keep them busy. And according to my brother, my hands are busy even when I don't have something in my hands. (Apparently while I walk, my fingers do strange things.) But seriously, I always have to be doing something with my hands, even if its just fiddling with my fingers or something of that nature. I also talk with my hands, which is something I'm sure almost all of you have seen me do. (People must think I'm Italian)

I have no idea why I always have to keep my hands so busy, but I just do. This hyperactivity of my hands might explain why I love several things:

-Knitting. Really. I just learned how a few weeks ago and it is so glorious. It keeps my hands busy busy, and  its very relaxing. Ask Aubin, she'll tell you.
-Typing. Ah, yes, the satisfying sounds of keys click clacking and also the satisfaction of typing real fast and feeling smart and important. It also helps that I sometimes pretend to be a writer. (Jack says I'm real aggressive with the keyboard. Well, you would be too if you had Restless Hand Syndrome.)
-Twiddling Pens. Do I have to explain this?
-Woodshop. Except for the fact that I could easily lose one of my very busy little finger, woodshop is an excellent way to keep my little digits busy.
-Hemp. (No, not weed you loser) All that clever braiding like stuff is good fun indeed.

I could go on, but who cares, really? I'm sure everyone reading this is rolling their eyes at how completely pointless this whole entire post is. (But remember what I said last time? Remember? I don't always need something profound to say, so screw you.) In addition, the title of this blog is Rambling on and on, and I certainly know how to do that.