Tagged and Weirded

Nancy tagged me and it seems I have to list out six weird things about myself. As before, I will do the tag without passing it on...I had to give it a lot of thought. Of course, to us, the crazy things we do don't seem weird at all; it's the rest of the world that is out of step. After much thought, I have come up with a sort of list. Oh well.

1. I am so indecisive I sometimes trip over my feet which are vainly attempting to walk in two different directions at once.

2. For the most part, I prefer to be alone. I like going for movies by myself, having tea by myself (with a book and a notebook, who can be lonely), walking around shopping centres by myself. I don't need a constantly chattering companion by my side as there is incessant chattering going on in my head.

3. I remember stuff from when I was a baby. Like the time I woke up crying, because I wanted my supper, and my mother sat up in the bed, tired and angry, and scolded me. I didn't know what she was saying (I didn't understand language at the time) but it was the first time anyone had spoken an angry word to me. My father got up, calmed her down, carried me off to the kitchen to make my milk. He broke my bottle. The thing is, I shouldn't have remembered this because I was only a few months old, but it was corroborated later by my mother who told me the story.

4. I don't like the pale beige of ordinary life. I prefer the violent reds or purples. Which is why I move from obsession to obsession. And I get obsessed about really strange things (or people). Salman Khan. Darren Hayes. My Shakespeare lecturer. M*A*S*H. The Waltons. Essays by Jeanette Winterson. Brown suede jackets. The doughnuts at Starbucks. The Lord of the Rings (extended versions, which I have watched at least 20 times each). Baking triple chocolate muffins. Anne Sexton.

5. I frequently like to smell my face. I do this by bringing my upper lip up to my nose and sniffing.

6. When I was a kid, I loved to let the air out of my mother's tires. I liked the whooshing sound.

7. I have to add another one. I am remarkably good at cancelling people out. Meaning that, once I reach a certain point, they have no existence for me. When I was 12, I had a nasty fight with my brother about nothing in particular. I didn't speak to him again for 17 years.