OK, so I have been "tagged" by Stephanie over at Dishalicious, and I'll admit I didn't even know what that meant, so I Googled it, and I guess it's sort of like the game of Tag, except with blogs. Or something. Apparently, it's related to something called a blog meme. I dunno, it's what all the kids are doing these days.
Anyway, I am now supposed to list six weird things about myself, and I kind of have a problem with this, because one woman's "weird" is another woman's "completely and utterly normal," agreed? I am also obsessive-compulsive, so pretty much everything about me is weird. I mean, I could list six things that all start with "I am obsessed with ..." But, far be it from me to be a spoilsport, so here goes nothin':
1. I am simultaneously anal-retentive and profoundly lazy. These two traits should not be compatible, yet strangely enough, they are. I think the thing is that once I get started on something, I obsess over it and basically can't stop—yet's it's the starting of anything that's kind of the hard part. Maybe it's not that I'm lazy, but that I lack motivation. So the anal-retentive part of me (also known as the OCD part of me) spends hours on the Internet researching meaningless trivia, or making the perfect mix CD, or correcting typos and grammar, or staying at work until 10 pm, or taking the same picture twelve times until I get the perfect shot. And the lazy part of me never exercises, neglects to fold laundry or unpack for weeks, doesn't pay bills on time, zonks out in front of the TV for hours on end, and stays in a rut instead of looking for a new job or working on my writing. See? Weird.
2. I don't like Halloween. I generally dislike holidays where there's an immense amount of pressure to have fun, and if you don't choose to participate, you're considered a party pooper. Look, I'm just not a big fan of costumes, OK? Halloweeen is for kids, in my opinion. But I guess I'm in the minority.
3. For years, I could not hear the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack without experiencing a cold, clammy feeling of dread. I don't know why. I'd hear "More Than a Woman" on the car radio and I just felt terrified and sick. I maintain that something bad must have happened to me once while I was listening to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack—or maybe while I was watching the movie?—but, who knows. For the record, I have no problem listening to it now. Yanni, on the other hand....
4. I have a keloid scar on my left shoulder, from a German measles shot I got when I was a kid. It used to be fairly noticeable, and I called it "my bump." Whenever I wore a tank top or a bathing suit, people would always draw attention to it and say, "Eww, what's that?" We even considered plastic surgery. In the intervening years, though, it's gotten smaller and smaller, and now you can barely see it. But I still feel like it's there, raised and visible to all and slightly grotesque—but something that's all mine—just the same as it always was when I was growing up. It's the phantom bump.
5. I have a really, really strange fascination with pulling hairs out of my head that are particularly thick and kinky. No, not sexually kinky, duh. I have pretty straight hair normally, and every once in a while, when I'm in the bathroom, I'll notice a strand of hair that's not like the others. I'll pluck it out, and it's all twisty and windy, really thick in some parts and thin in others, like a mutant hair. And then I'll get started looking for more of these, and I can't stop for like, twenty minutes. By the way, I have never admitted this to anyone. Aren't you glad/horrified to share this moment with me?
6. I can snap with my right hand, but not with my left. I don't actually know whether this is weird or not. Is it?
I'm now supposed to "tag" six people, but I don't know that many people with blogs, so here are two: Holly and Annie. Everyone else, take a shot in the comments section. I am oddly disappointed in my list, like, it's just not weird enough. That's weird in itself, right?