I don't know why, nor do I fully understand what it means, but for some reason, I'm constantly in a state of clasping my hands. Not mere clasping, but a kind of I-now-pronounce-you-man-and-wife-preacher-style clasping, with my right hand in my left hand and my left hand in my right. I don't even mean to do it. I'll just look down randomly, now and then, as I roam the halls in my longish-and-preachy-looking overcoat, and - whoa-ho! - my hands are clasped. I'll notice it, mentally slap myself, put my hands down... and a few minutes later, they're clasped of their own accord, yet again. My hands will become cold, so I'll rub them together to warm them up, and then conclude that, since they're together, they might as well stay together, and clasping will commence. Or, I'll cross my arms, only to find after a while that they grow tired from holding themselves up, so, NATURALLY, the next arm position is to clasp my hands. I'll come up with a brilliant (or, more often than not, what I wrongly perceive to be brilliant) thought, rub my hands together in anticipation, and, much like when they're cold, will find them stuck together soon after. I'll meet someone new, eager to shake their hand, surprised to find that I'm already shaking my own. Fooey.
