I can't help it. It's the little things that you do, Tracey. It's that way that you talk with your eyes opened so wide that I imagine they must be drying out. It's in the way that you move your head when you talk. There are so many little things about you, aside from your personality, that kind of creeps me out.
I know that that isn't kind to say, and I'm sorry that my first though is that I'm waiting for your head to pop off, or for you to act like a zombie and begin gnawing on someone's skull. You seem so... manic.
You scare me, Tracey.