I hum, therefore I am..........................

As I sit here all alone, surrounded by silence on this beautiful morning............I catch myself humming. I have been trying to quit humming for over a year. It is not getting any easier. If anything, it's getting worse. Some days I want to hum so bad that I sing. Which can be a bad thing if you're walking through Walmart with your children when the urge hits you. If you thought they hated my humming in public, the singing is only a thousand times worse. I hum when I'm nervous or happy............I just hum. Don't get me wrong...........I don't just start humming during a conversation with someone or anything, but I do feel the urge. Tells are normal and many people have them. I am a hummer...........as ridiculous as that sounds. Some people crack their knuckles when they're nervous while others simply tune out. Some people(like my husband) can't stop talking and before they know it, they've bombarded someone with way too much information.......what started with the vet asking, "do you think she ate the cat's poop?" can quickly turn into a detailed description of me giving birth to one of the kids. Some people twirl their hair or clear their throat or twist their rings or pick their cuticles or brush off imaginary lint from their clothing. I hum. I think I'll always be a hummer. I am not proud of my humming and am taking the necessary steps to becoming hum-free, but it is a difficult and sometimes painful process. I have accepted humming into my life and am now ready to release it. I want to speak to a stranger and not feel the urge to break out in song. I am writing this because I don't think I'm alone. I can't possibly be the only hummer out there. I've yet to meet another one, but surely I'm not the only one. Or am I?