Tag! I usually like these things ‘cuz I can churn out a new post without doing too much thinking, but this one got all the little grey cells a firin’. Does everything have to involve thinking these days? And so much of it, at that? What happened to mindless, thoughtless fun? Le sigh. Anyway…
Instructions: Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and ask them to read your blog.
Alrighty. Six weird things. Should be a piece o’ cake, right? I mean, I’m always going on about how weird I am – so it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with just 6 to put down on the list, right? Wrong. I took ages to come up with these 6, hence the delay in getting this post out. (Sorry, Soleil! And hugs n kisses from me on your berfday! :D) But, I’ve got ’em ready now (barely!), so off we go.
1. I talk to myself. I’m not completely sure how weird this is now, since practically everyone I know has admitted to doing this, but I’m still including it on the basis that I, personally, find it pretty weird. I have a dozen friends, and am almost always with at least one of them, so I find this compulsion to talk to myself rather strange. And I talk to myself about everything under ths sun. I even recite bits of dialogue from TV shows, movies and stuff like that to myself. Just to see (or hear, I guess) what it sounds like. Aloud, at that, in case I forgot to mention that teeny detail.
2. I have the tendency to develop strong feelings of dislike at best, hatred at worst, towards the female leads on most TV shows. It’s pretty amusing, considering they’re fictional characters, but you name her, I’ve hated on her. Lana Lang from Smallville (for which a more accurate and appropriate name would’ve been LanaVille or Days of Lana’s Lives or best, Everybody Loves Lana – is my bitterness showing through?), Rachel from Friends (and come on, you cannot deny that she wasn’t just one of the three main women on the show), Liz from Roswell, Buffy from BtVS, Kate from Lost, Meredith from Grey’s Anatomy, Peyton from One Tree Hill…need I go on? There have, of course, been exceptions, but they have been few and far between.
3. Speaking of shows, I’m sure I’ve made my obsession for Smallville pretty clear around here. And yeah, I consider it weird that I’m addicted to a show that’s basically been going down the drain for the past 5 years. And that I’m still optimistic that one day the writers will suddenly pull their heads out of their collective asses and make it a show worth watching again. As MG puts it, I “watch Smallville even after openly acknowledging the fact that [I] think it has no plot or anything worth talking about and no sense of continuity.” And what’s more, I care about it enough to write 3-page mails to newbie friends condensing the first few seasons into a few thousand words, and eventually educate the newbies enough to engage in long, intellectual discussions with them about a show with no sense of direction. Gah.
4. Onto more personal things, many of my friends have told me how weird they find it that I’m not remotely tempted by the dessert menu in a restaurant. Brownies, cakes, pastries, cookies, truffles, waffles, muffins, ice-cream – they do nothing for me. Given a choice between all that and a baked potato, I’d probably reach for the baked potato.
5. I’m extremely nit-picky. And extremely choosy as to where I put that nit-pickiness to use. I can’t stand a double-space in a piece of my writing. Those green squiggly lines that MSWord loves to put under grammatical mistakes? I hate them, they freak me out. I need them all out of any essay I write, by hook or crook. I need all my Music folders properly labelled and arranged. I need to know where every file on my computer is located. I need all the songs on my iTunes playlist to be named properly and uniformly, with appropriate capitalization. And in the midst of all this, my room looks like a survivor of an asteroid attack. Yes, I have no priorities.
6. And if the above isn’t enough to satisfy you and convince you I am really that weird, this should drive the proverbial final nail into the coffin.
Yay, phew! Now for some contradiction:
|You Are 50% Weird|
Normal enough to know that you’re weird…
But too damn weird to do anything about it!
Apparently, BlogThings doesn’t think I’m too weird. Well, BlogThings has a weird definition of weird. So there.
Oh, not tagging anybody in particular. Most of the bloggers I know have either already done it or have been tagged, so if you don’t fall into either category, and want to do this for yourself – by all means, go ahead!