Lynn has tagged me with the ‘How Weird Are You?’ meme. Thanks, dear, for coaxing me to display my weirdnessess for all to see.
It goes like this… â€œTHE RULES:Each player of this game starts with the â€˜6 weird things about you.â€™ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Donâ€™t forget to leave a comment that says â€˜you are taggedâ€™ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.â€�
As I have always walked a bit outside of the mainstream, I long ago decided that I’m quirky, not weird. YMMV.
1. I’d rather spend quality time with my computer than watch network TV.
2. Unless what’s on is something Whedonesque.
3. I was quite shy as a child, to the point of physical pain when thrust into social situations like school. I was also surrounded by adults who seemed to think desensitizing me was the answer. Ah, well. At least I know not to do it to my son. Lingering remnants of this: I hate to talk on the phone, unless the person I’m talking to is chatty. I’m perfectly willing to hold up my end of the conversation if the other person will do most of the heavy lifting.
4. Since I was very young, I have a tendency to lose words while I’m talking. Not the same word each time, and in no discernable pattern. I’ll be talking along, and a perfectly normal word (e.g. “road”) will drop from my vocabulary. I can drive on it, point to it, look at it, but cannot find the stinkin’ word for it. I’ve become adept at talking around it.
Me: “We need to cross the horizontal hard surface with cars on it. Hold my hand.”
Child: “You mean the ROAD, Mom?”
Me: “Road! That’s it! Yes, the road. Hold my hand.”
My children are so proud when they fill in for Mommy. What’s doubly frustrating is when they fill in the wrong word and I can’t think of the right word to correct them. Heh.
5. I still want to be an artist when I grow up. Maybe someday I’ll actually take a class.
6. I can’t do anything and listen to complex music at the same time. I forget what I’m doing and sit, mesmerized, instead. Now, your everyday radio sort of music is all right… hum along and knit.
You know, I found it extremely difficult to think of stuff about myself. I kept wanting to tell you about my kids instead. Does that mean I don’t want to share, or that I’m one of those moms? Hrmmmm.
At any rate, now you know. I’m sure I’ll think of something amazing I could have told you instead, you know, right after I hit ‘submit’. I’m not going to tag anyone, just as I don’t send along email jokes. I enjoy reading them, but I don’t want to bother anyone else with them. I’m quirky that way. So, if you’d like to play along, consider yourself tagged and let me know you did. I’d love to hear how quirky you are, too.