The other day, a blog-buddy of mine Ascender, tagged me, which requires me to share 6 weird things about myself and then to tag six other friends. I actually got tagged in a similar manner a while ago on MySpace and it was so much fun that I'm definitely up to do it again. It's rather interesting to see what character traits that people have that they consider to be "weird". So here goes...
1. I have this rather irrational belief concerning earthquakes. It's not a fear, because I don't have an actual fear of earthquakes or dying in one, but I am totally convinced that if I were to die in an earthquake it would happen in one of two ways: either I would be driving on an under-pass and be crushed by falling pieces of freeway from above, or I would be driving on an over-pass and would fall to my death. I cannot explain how or why I came to believe this - I just do. But I probably won't die in an earthquake, so I don't actually worry about it.
2. My sister once told me that grape jelly is much cheaper to produce than strawberry jelly, so you're much more likely to see grape jelly in restaurants (especially the cheaper greasy-spoon type places). Ever since she told me this, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to steal packets of strawberry jelly whenever I see them in restaurants - but that's not the weird part. The weird part is that I don't even use jelly - ever.
3. I don't like eating. It's not an eating-disorder type thing, because I've never truly had any trouble in that area. It's just that eating takes a lot of effort. If I could live on completely liquid or pill-based diet, I'd do it in a second. I just find the actual act of chewing to take way too much energy most of the time.
4. I'm a little bit obsessive-compulsive, and this comes through the most obviously in my strange need to constantly apply hand-lotion. Whenever my hands feel dry or strange, I just have to apply lotion. I carry a small bottle in my purse, have a bottle at work and keep a bottle in every room of my house. I don't want to have to get up and go into another room every time I need to re-apply, because I'd be up and down 12 times an hour. And I can't use just any lotion. There are some brands that are okay, and I'll use them if I have to, but I'll always prefer Suave lotion. I can't explain why, but that's the lotion that just feels the most "right".
5. When I was a child, I had many imaginary friends. This is not weird in and of itself, but the thing was that all of my imaginary friends were animals. I had a menagerie of foxes, horses, hawks, eagles and wolves. I named them all and would spend hours in my head interacting with them and going on adventures.
6. I hate to open my mail. I think this gets worse all the time due to the hundreds of irritating credit card offers that I get every month. I will let the mail build up for two weeks or more before I'm finally able to force myself to sit down and go through all of it. When I finally get around to doing it, I always think That wasn't so bad, I should really just open my mail every day, or every other day, but I never do.
Well, now that you know way too much about me, I'm going to tag some of my blog-friends to learn more about them. The people I am choosing to tag are:
Papa
Julie
Michelle
Rethabile
GeL
Daisies
About Me
Blog Archive
Things I Read, Things I Like, Things That are Useful
Creative Inspiration
Creative Geniuses
- 9 to 5 Poet
- A Doggy's Life
- An After Hours Blog:
- Ascender Rises Above
- ChelleArt
- Jane Poe - Nevermore!
- Jillypoet
- My Back Yard
- my uncle pepek's journal
- Paris Parfait
- Poefrika
- quiet, about a lot of things
- R's Musings
- So You Think I Can
- Sotho
- SquareTraveler
- Still Standing on her Head
- sublimation
- The Mimosa Effect 2
- Third Story
7 comments:
i had an imaginary friend too, he was a mouse and i named him fred ... :)
what a fun meme ~ will do mine later this afternoon! the problem will be narrowing down all the weird things about me to only 6, hah!
Hmmm interesting,
I am wondering what would happen if in your scenario you were trapped in your car with only jelly to eat and an imaginary mouse friend threatened to take it from you?
BTW: The strawberry jelly thing,,,,QUITE true. Most places recieve jelly by the case which has about 10 flats of grape and 2 of strawberry.
BD
How cool! This was a perfect post to read to learn more about you!
BTW I have a similar compulsion, but it is with any jelly or jam besides grape and strawberry. Like black raspberry...oops that was not supposed to slip!;)
Thanks for the tag. This should be fun.
It is not an easy matter to decide what is weird. What's weird for you may be completely OK with someone else. Question of culture, I guess, both family and tribal. Could it be part of why we can't live together in so many places? Perhaps. This also appears over at Sotho
I understand this tag to be light and not at all philosophical or "deep," which is a good thing because I do not want to venture in that direction. That is where major differences lie, and where gaming ceases to be gaming. So, in what way am I weird?
*****I have no desire at all to follow fashion or to dress in a certain way because it's in, or because it will please someone else. If my clothes are clean and tear-free, I wear them, and expect everyone to look at me for who I am, what I do, what I say, not what I wear. This is true when I go out or when I go to work. Drives wifey nuts. On the other hand, I, too, am not impressed by what others wear, but by what they say and do.
*****I like to start my meal with dessert, especially if the dessert is fruity. I've been trained not to do so in public, and I try not to. I don't know if this habit comes from my childhood practice of munching fruit straight from the tree before meals, and after school before my "four o'clock," or from the knowledge that eating fruit and vegetables before the other stuff is healthier and better for digestion.
*****I have flashes of violence a few times per day. I see or imagine the most violent things happening to me or the people I love. This used to bother me a lot, but I try to channel it all into something constructive. I follow the violence and "beg it" to give me a better ending, a more humane dénouement. If it does give me that, I hold the beginning of a poem. Not all poems I write, however, start with visions of rolling heads or dangling eyeballs. And this weirdness is easy to explain. I've lost a brother and a nephew to violent political death, and my dad escaped a raid on our home carried out to kill him. Looked at from that angle, I wonder if the flashes I have are that weird after all.
*****I fall asleep in the tub, for quite a stretch at times. It is one of the most relaxing moments I know, and it offers me quietness and softness and warmth, the perfect setting in which to shut the eyes and go away. I don't take that many baths anymore -- I shower. I don't wanna drown.
*****I'm very uncomfortable in an airplane. Ugh!
*****I sing all the time. What could be considered weird is the fact that I don't care who's near or around me. I sing. People smile at me in the street and I smile back. I don't wail or let it all hang out, I sing to myself but loud enough to be heard by passers-by.
Thanks for doing this;
living here in the bay area I think about earthquakes all the time; and when I don't I am reminded on the news. The place I fear most: The Bay Bridge - shudder
(picturing a future dr phil in which the person is being confront for jelly packet hoarding...)
it sounds like you were a junior shaman in the making with the imaginary friends. there was a girl who used to visit me. I was shocked when my sisters told me she wasnt real. Terrified the daylights out of me
Thanks again for doing this; it should have been called "six fascinating things about me"
(now I am off to read the people you tagged.... what fun!)
Ha! I don't think any of this is so wierd! Been thinking about OCD lately and I think everyone has it to some degree. And I had an imaginary friend, too, when I was little. His name was Bobby and he was very mischievous. He was around for a LONG time. :) I like that your friends were animals. I keep waiting to meet one of my kids' imaginary friends... probably not old enough yet...
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