You know, I've never come up with a meme before. I figured since I had a few spare minutes this morning, I'd take a crack at it. This is something of a warm-up meme and includes exactly one question:
List your obsessions.
Yes, that's it. That's all. Just list your weird little quirks. We all have them, and they shouldn't be shunned; they are, after all, what make you who you are. The list can be as long or as short as you want, though if you have just one it might be helpful to include an explanation, or a story about it, or something else to put some meat on it.
* I hate shaving. For a reason I cannot explain, shaving feels to me like I'm placing a tiny sliver of pure hell against my skin and scraping hair off with it. I can do it, but it is most unsettling.
* I sneeze violently and frequently when I'm bored.
* I hate having my hair cut or messed with by anybody but myself. Can't stand it, gives me the creeping heebie jeebies. (One important footnote to this one: In a romantic/sexual situation, this quirk reverses. In those situations, I love having my hair messed with. Just one of those weird flip things. I include this detail primarily for the benefit of anyone I happen to be married to at the moment. ;) )
* When I'm at home, I don't wash my hands after using the restroom. When I'm at work or at a friend/relative's house, I wash them twice.
* I hate it when my feet get hot. When I'm asleep and it gets cold in the room, I'll get under the covers, but my feet will almost always be sticking out.
* I can't stand shoes for the same reason. I hate hot feet. I wear them out of necessity, but if I had my way I'd go barefoot everywhere.
Ok, there's my list. Looking forward to seeing yours. -LoF
02 October 2008
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http://thoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2008/07/quirkbook.html
evening! i came here via a blog of a blog ... i like the look of you blog, your writing is damn fine too. which makes a nice change from some of the litter out there.
what annoys is the sound of high heels behind me. someone once asked, "what about high heels in front of you?" to which ... uh ... i couldn't answer.
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