Feb 22 2007

Weird Things Redux

As I said yesterday, I have done the weird things meme before. It was hard. Not because I’m not weird, but just because I can never think of things when I really need to think of them. Except yesterday. Yesterday I came up with the word “apprentice” when someone else needed it and couldn’t think of it. Go me.

So anyway, I’m doing this again and feeling whiny about it again because it’s haaa-ard!


1. I have an obsession with numbers. I like 7 and 9 quite a lot. I love prime numbers. I like symmetrical numbers. One reason I liked one of the houses we looked at was because its number was 181. Very symmetrical. Numbers have “feelings,” meaning that I get certain feelings from numbers. I read far too much into numbers. I love that my parent’s home number and my work number are almost exactly the same. I like numbers that end in 5 or in 0. I love Cole’s birthdate- it’s a “good” number. 10/25/05. I was really upset about our new house number at first (11290), but then I realized that it is two prime numbers and a zero and, therefore, good. I imbue quite a lot of significance into numbers. Deep down I know it doesn’t mean anything, but even deeper down I sometimes think maybe it might.

2. I can make myself believe almost anything. At one point when I was a kid, I made up a clan of microscopic “indians” who were my friends. I knew I had made them up, but in the end I really believed that they existed. I’m also VERY good at making myself believe that I’m not hungry or thirsty. This lead directly to my becoming an anorexic for roughly 10 years and is the cause of my dehydration today. I can also use it to not have to pee for a VERY long time, though that may have to do with the dehydration also. Hmmm… I also made myself truly believe that I was allergic to alcohol (I’m not entirely sure why- maybe to have an excuse when confronted with peer-pressure?) and that’s the reason I couldn’t drink. I grew out of it promptly at age 21. Funny, that.

3. I tend to have trouble with doing things that I am asked to do, even if it’s something that I would have offered to do and done happily. For instance, John will occasionally ask that I rub his back. Even if I would have offered to rub it a second later, the fact that he asks makes me not want to do it. I (irrationally, I grant you) start to feel like he’s telling me what to do. I’m sure it has something to do with my problems with authority. It’s dumb.

4. I feel like I’m being watched and judged very harshly ALL OF THE TIME.

5. Sometimes I will go into cleaning fits. I will suddenly at midnight decide that it’s THE time to scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. I get really pissed if I’m stopped.

6. When I really like a book, and especially if I identify with a character in it, I will act out portions under my breath.


I may have done a few of these before. Maybe that’s another weird thing: Does blog memes multiple times and unintentionally and unknowingly gives the exact same answers every time! At any rate, it’s done. Do you all feel so much closer to me now? Don’t you adore my neuroses? Aren’t they precious?

Which reminds me- I saw “Running With Scizzors” not too long ago. It was okay if you are into rampant precious neuroses, which I’m not unless they are my own. And not like Wes Anderson preciousness- no it was much much worse. Scatological humour, but trying to be somehow “highbrow” about it; underage gay sex (not against the gay, just the underage); hil-AR-ious psychosis; adorable drug addiction… I dunno- these things a truly great movie just don’t make. There were a couple of funny lines and some pretty scenes, but I give it an overall “Meh.” Just how I felt about the book.