Wednesday, July 16, 2008

My Quirky Things

I’ve been tagged by Cathy over at Practical Pisces (duuude, I didn’t even know she HAD a blog… I surely didn’t know Hester was blogging!)  Anyway, I figured I should probably participate, even though I’m really hardly quirky at all.  In fact, I’m so normal, you’ll find this tedious and boring.  Really.

The Rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

This is an incredibly hard list to procure considering my 101 lists and a lot of what I write about seem to be about my “quirks” so coming up with six that a) are most interesting and b) haven’t been mentioned is kinda tough.  When I take the time to actually think about what I write, I worry so much about whether or not it’ll be good, funny, interesting, etc. to the point that what I write (if… if I actually can write) comes out like crap.  It’s the stuff that just pours out in messy blobs that’s most worthwhile.  (In my opinion, anyway.)  With that in mind, I serve you utter crap… apologies:

1.  Maybe it’s my dragon nature, or maybe it’s a control issue, but I like hoarding. I hoard everything from chocolate kisses (carefully stashed and hidden in the kitchenette where the kids never go) to hoarding napkin rings (not that I have any napkins, nor would I know why I’d need a whole cache of them stashed carefully away) to beads to other random crap.  I used to keep a stash of sleeping pills in case I ever wanted to off myself. (I’m sure I’ve written about that?)  Now I keep a stash of Vicodin in case I ever feel like being numb.  I’ve not used them inappropriately (that is to say, I’ve only used then when I was in actual pain) but… I dunno.  I like knowing I have them. 

2.  I love parenthesis.  People have often commented that my writing is difficult to read as I’m continuously interrupting myself (whatever do they mean?) and still others have said what I write is more enjoyable to read because of it, since it seems more like how I actually talk.  I don’t think I can write so much as a greeting card without using parenthesis in some fashion (how weird, huh?)  At least I’m not one of those people who throws “air quotations” around.  Oh wait…

3.  I’ve been known to rewash (entirely) shirts that were folded in half instead of folded in thirds because I hate. Hate. HATE having a crease down the middle of my chest.  I don’t really feel the need to be dissected, thankyouverymuch.  I’m not by any means a neat freak.  Truthfully, I’m the slobbiest dresser I know, to the point where I should be embarrassed.  (Go ahead, nominate me for What Not To Wear, but I seriously doubt they’d be able tohelp me.)  Still.  Lines down the center of the tummy?  ANNOYING. 

Oh.  And for the record?  YES I can do this:

4.  Sebastian pointed out tonight that I have a quirky habit of running conversations the way people watch videos on YouTube.  I start out talking about one thing, move very quickly on to something related, then on to something else related to THAT subject - but probably not at all related to the original subject, and so on until maybe… just maybe… I might make a point (or get back to the original subject.)  Maybe it’s just my horrid issues with ADD, or maybe I am just trying to distract you.

LOOK A KITTY!

5.  I’m a multi-tasker - but I’m not necessarily GOOD at it.  This all goes back to the ADD issues, but yeah, there are times when I’ll be, say, cooking dinner while checking email or talking on the phone, and well, I’ll forget I’m doing one of the things I’m doing and sort of… trail off.  Dinner will burn, conversations will lull to the point where people will literally say, “Hello? Are you still there?“ or I may very well simply forget what it was I was doing and find myself standing in a room confused, or staring at the computer wondering what it was I was going to do.  I don’t even bother trying to stay focused, anymore.  It’s more of a… surprise… this way.  *chortle*

6.  When I take long hot baths, I often make up stories in my head that I’m (for real this time, no really! I SWEAR!) going to make into fabulous novels.  Sometimes, I even jot ideas down after I get out of the tub, but by that time the idea seems stupid or I’ve forgotten all the flowery details that make it sound so interesting in my head when I first thought it up.  There is one story gnawing at me, though, one I really am letting take root… so maybe… maybe.  Or maybe the attention deficit situation will win.  *sigh*  Maybe it’s time to light that fire someone recently mentioned…

Tagging: (And yeah I don’t usually do this, especially given that I don’t know who really reads me anymore, but eh… deal with it.  If you don’t wanna play, don’t, and if you do and didn’t get tagged, leave a comment and let me know where you wrote your quirky bits.)

Listed by blog, rather than name:

1. One Disaster at a Time
2. Paper Screams
3. Scary Things in My Head
4. Therapy Failed
5. Lost in Wisconsin
6. Torn Asunder

In Other Years:

Back to the Start (2005)

(With a lot of help from Coldplay’s “The Scientist”)

It hit me hard while driving back from visiting old friends…[Read More]

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