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Monday, December 12, 2005

Five Wierd Habits 

Not my game, but hard to resist passing it along...

Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

1. Spelling "weird" wrong. (see the title of this post!) I do that. I spell things wrong and I just don't care that I do. I know I am spelling it wrong and I think that it's cute to have a little idiosyncracy and I just let it hang out there. I spell "whacky" the same way. Ian loves it when I do that. He said once "Oh, it was whacky as in you hit people over the head a lot?"

2. I used to feel compelled to turn around the same number of times to the left in the shower (to reach for the soap) as I did right (to get the shampoo). That might be called obsessive compulsive. I thought so too, so many years ago I told myself "stop that!". And now it's just a dull creepy ache in the back of my head that says "aren't you tempted to turn left instead of right just to even it out?" and I smile and ignore that little voice.

3. When I am REALLY enjoying a rare, singular moment of bliss (like at a really great fireworks show, a drunken moment at a great party, a fork of lightening on a midwest plain) I can't help but pretend that someone I know is there with me in my head. No, really. Inside my head... like in the movie "Being John Malkovich". I imagine them STUCK in my head... forst of all wondering WHO's head they are in and then trying to figure out why it's happening, and finally enjoying the momoent along with me. It's a different person every time. Chances are it has at some point been you, dear reader.

4. I have to eat cranberry sauce first at a meal. Once I have eaten anything else, cranberry is verbotten to my pallette. It is simply so.

5. I cannot write in script format. It sounds horrible. It sonds like NOT me. I must write in a big run-on lump of paragraphs in Word and then later I can add characters and stage directions.

Hmm. That's not a habit. Okay, here's the real number 5... The more I drink, the more people I can hear. It can get real bad. If I am in a really good mood at a party and have had enough, but not too much, I can listen -- nay MUST listen to 4 or more different conversations. By necessity, this means being a very good bullshitter to the person I am actually talking to. I hate it, cause it must be obvious to them. But it's SO exciting to follow so many threads and I can only do it while tipsy. Apologies to all of you who have been victim to this. Chances -- once again -- are it has at some point been you, dear reader.


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