6 Weird Things
Got tagged by pixel_and_bean for a meme! Tis the 6 Weird Things About Me meme.
Rules: People who get tagged are invited to write in their blog of 6 weird things about themselves. Also, you may choose 6 people to be tagged.
1. I tend to worry about the emotions of inanimate objects. For example, if I take eggs out of the carton, not only do I fret that the ones left behind will miss the ones taken, but I also make sure the ones left behind are all grouped together so that none of them will be lonely. When I separate paper plates from a stack, if I have to put one back because I grabbed too many, I worry that it will have rejection issues. If I take cans of soup out of the pantry and push the remaining cans together so they won't be lonely, I wonder how well they'll get along with each other.
2. A couple of you know this, but I have a huge ridiculous fear of down-escalators. Yes, only the ones going down. I can't ride on them. I feel like I'm going to fall down them if I do. I will go way out of my way to avoid a down-escalator, opting instead for stairs or an elevator even if I'm only going down one floor. I'm not terribly fond of elevators either (I have nightmares about them shooting up through roofs), but I'd rather step into an elevator than get on a down-escalator.
3. I tend to horde odd things for short periods of time. For example, right now I have a stack of about 12 empty soda cans on my desk. There's a trash bin right next to me, and I could easily throw them away, but I haven't yet because it is neat to have them all stacked there. Out in the livingroom, I've been collecting the stickers off clemintine oranges since around Chirstmas, and sticking them to the edge of my end table. There's probably at least thirty out there (I like oranges). Eventually I'll peel them up and throw them away, and eventually I'll toss the soda cans too. But I've been doing this sort of thing all my life. I've collected soda cans plenty of times (and in fact one time had enough to glue together and make a dividing wall for my bedroom), but also dum-dum sticks (for those not in the States or familiar with candy, those are little suckers, and I currently have a box filled with their sticks), easter egg shells (used to keep them in tupperware containers), those little roadside utility flags, soda can pop tops, gum wrapper foils, clothes pins, itty bitty tiny springs that my mother used to bring home when she worked at Simpsons Meters, toothpicks, broken glass, broken bits of clay birdies from shooting ranges, and a myriad of other things. As I said, most of the time, these things get thrown away when I get tired of them, but not aways. When I die and they go through all my stuff, I think they're going to discover a lot of hidden caches of odd little things.
4. I honestly don't think that I'm meant to be female. I sometimes wonder if I have some borderline variety of Gender Dysphoria. It's never been so extreme nor have I been so miserable about it that I've contemplated suicide (well...), but I have always been uncomfortable in my female body and even quite hateful toward it at times (those who've known me for a very long time can attest to that). In my younger years, I actually tried to live as a male, in regards to my relationship with my partner at the time, even though I know/knew full well that I cannot physically pass as male. But I took on the role and felt more comfortable there, and was badly messed up when that relationship came to an end and my partner took up with a 'real' male. But, aside from that, I've always just had a feeling that the Universe got it wrong when I was created, and I think that my tendency to role play and/or write from a male POV is indicative of that (hopefully that doesn't squick out any of my RP partners or gaming friends). To add further confusion to the issue, I think that if I was male, I'd be gay.
I don't think that I'd ever go through with the hormonal treatments and such to physically change my body, but I have researched it all pretty extensively just out of interest. And it doesn't bother/stress me as much now as it did when I was younger. Still, it would have been nice, I think, if the Universe had gotten it right with me. Then again, I also believe in reincarnation, and that we chose our lives ahead of time to learn different lessons, so in that case - essentially this is my fault and I shouldn't bitch about it. ^_^
5. Here's a believe it or not one. When I was about 11 or 12, when my mother and I were living in rural western Michigan, she woke me up one night and asked if I wanted to see something really weird. Of course, I was all for it. She took me back to her bedroom and together we looked out the bay window and saw in the sky - TWO Big Dippers. That's right, I'm talking about the very recognizable constellaton the Big Dipper. There was the normal one in its normal spot in the sky (I've always been a big fan of astronomy, so even at that age I knew where it was suppose to be), and then there was one directly below it and to the right (in the direction of Aquarius), perfectly identical. It was very freaky. Explanation for it? Can't give you one. At the time my mother's theory was that it was a UFO, because she'd read somewhere that they could impersonate constallations. I don't know. But I do know that I was perfectly awake at the time, in spite of being woken up to see this thing. Mom and I sat on her bed watching it and talking about it for a long time, and eventually I went and got something to drink before going back to bed. According to Mom, it was there all night, moving in sync with the real constallation. The next night, it was gone.
6. But actually, that's small potatoes when it comes to the weird in my family. We've got a history of odd things happening that include UFOs, ghosts, and lost time, just to name three. My own strangeness is a sensitivity to noncorporeal entities. Not usually ghosts, but other things. House spirits are one type - we've got at least three here, and I've always been able to feel them in other places I've lived as well, ever since I was a little little kid. Don't know what they are, exactly, but they've never moved with me, they always stay with the house or building where I first feel them. Here, we have one that lives in the little hallway between rooms. It moves back and forth. I feel it often, and the cats react to it too. There's two more that play on the porch in the summer and mess with the settings on our electronic lock. But aside from house spirits, I can also feel others. They move in and out of my life, sometimes staying for awhile, sometimes only hanging around briefly. Then there are a couple very long term ones that have been with me for all or most of my life. I have various names for these, and I'd be happy to talk about them more with anyone who's interested. Lastly, I've felt what might be termed as "ghosts" as well. My late grandfather checks up on me on a regular basis. My mother-in-law (whom I never met before she passed away) greeted me when I visited Dino's childhood home a few years back. I've seen various pets return for visits throughout my life, including Sam who will sometimes speed through the livingroom out of the corner of my eye.
What do I mean by "feel"? Well, sometimes it's just that sense of knowing someone is in the room with you. Other times I will feel touches. Many times, I will hear voices and can actively talk to them. Sometimes they move things around (oh the stories I could tell!). On rare occasions, I will see - whether it be an actual vision of a person or pet, or a shimmer of light where there isn't supposed to be one. In any case, none of these things seem odd to me as I'm sure they do to others, simply because it has happened all my life and I'm used to it. I'm not asking that anyone believe me, I'm just telling it like it is.
Well, now this has gotten out of hand, hasn't it? Sorry, didn't mean to ramble so. But I could probably easily extend this list to 10 or 15 weird things about me, and not run out of weirdness to write about.
I thusly tag:
ephnat
lenyakurios
mixe
pichi
the_kaizer
and, knowing that's only five, anyone else who wants to do it. I don't tag dragons, because they are big and can eat me. Also, those tagged are under no obligation to participate. ^_^
Rules: People who get tagged are invited to write in their blog of 6 weird things about themselves. Also, you may choose 6 people to be tagged.
1. I tend to worry about the emotions of inanimate objects. For example, if I take eggs out of the carton, not only do I fret that the ones left behind will miss the ones taken, but I also make sure the ones left behind are all grouped together so that none of them will be lonely. When I separate paper plates from a stack, if I have to put one back because I grabbed too many, I worry that it will have rejection issues. If I take cans of soup out of the pantry and push the remaining cans together so they won't be lonely, I wonder how well they'll get along with each other.
2. A couple of you know this, but I have a huge ridiculous fear of down-escalators. Yes, only the ones going down. I can't ride on them. I feel like I'm going to fall down them if I do. I will go way out of my way to avoid a down-escalator, opting instead for stairs or an elevator even if I'm only going down one floor. I'm not terribly fond of elevators either (I have nightmares about them shooting up through roofs), but I'd rather step into an elevator than get on a down-escalator.
3. I tend to horde odd things for short periods of time. For example, right now I have a stack of about 12 empty soda cans on my desk. There's a trash bin right next to me, and I could easily throw them away, but I haven't yet because it is neat to have them all stacked there. Out in the livingroom, I've been collecting the stickers off clemintine oranges since around Chirstmas, and sticking them to the edge of my end table. There's probably at least thirty out there (I like oranges). Eventually I'll peel them up and throw them away, and eventually I'll toss the soda cans too. But I've been doing this sort of thing all my life. I've collected soda cans plenty of times (and in fact one time had enough to glue together and make a dividing wall for my bedroom), but also dum-dum sticks (for those not in the States or familiar with candy, those are little suckers, and I currently have a box filled with their sticks), easter egg shells (used to keep them in tupperware containers), those little roadside utility flags, soda can pop tops, gum wrapper foils, clothes pins, itty bitty tiny springs that my mother used to bring home when she worked at Simpsons Meters, toothpicks, broken glass, broken bits of clay birdies from shooting ranges, and a myriad of other things. As I said, most of the time, these things get thrown away when I get tired of them, but not aways. When I die and they go through all my stuff, I think they're going to discover a lot of hidden caches of odd little things.
4. I honestly don't think that I'm meant to be female. I sometimes wonder if I have some borderline variety of Gender Dysphoria. It's never been so extreme nor have I been so miserable about it that I've contemplated suicide (well...), but I have always been uncomfortable in my female body and even quite hateful toward it at times (those who've known me for a very long time can attest to that). In my younger years, I actually tried to live as a male, in regards to my relationship with my partner at the time, even though I know/knew full well that I cannot physically pass as male. But I took on the role and felt more comfortable there, and was badly messed up when that relationship came to an end and my partner took up with a 'real' male. But, aside from that, I've always just had a feeling that the Universe got it wrong when I was created, and I think that my tendency to role play and/or write from a male POV is indicative of that (hopefully that doesn't squick out any of my RP partners or gaming friends). To add further confusion to the issue, I think that if I was male, I'd be gay.
I don't think that I'd ever go through with the hormonal treatments and such to physically change my body, but I have researched it all pretty extensively just out of interest. And it doesn't bother/stress me as much now as it did when I was younger. Still, it would have been nice, I think, if the Universe had gotten it right with me. Then again, I also believe in reincarnation, and that we chose our lives ahead of time to learn different lessons, so in that case - essentially this is my fault and I shouldn't bitch about it. ^_^
5. Here's a believe it or not one. When I was about 11 or 12, when my mother and I were living in rural western Michigan, she woke me up one night and asked if I wanted to see something really weird. Of course, I was all for it. She took me back to her bedroom and together we looked out the bay window and saw in the sky - TWO Big Dippers. That's right, I'm talking about the very recognizable constellaton the Big Dipper. There was the normal one in its normal spot in the sky (I've always been a big fan of astronomy, so even at that age I knew where it was suppose to be), and then there was one directly below it and to the right (in the direction of Aquarius), perfectly identical. It was very freaky. Explanation for it? Can't give you one. At the time my mother's theory was that it was a UFO, because she'd read somewhere that they could impersonate constallations. I don't know. But I do know that I was perfectly awake at the time, in spite of being woken up to see this thing. Mom and I sat on her bed watching it and talking about it for a long time, and eventually I went and got something to drink before going back to bed. According to Mom, it was there all night, moving in sync with the real constallation. The next night, it was gone.
6. But actually, that's small potatoes when it comes to the weird in my family. We've got a history of odd things happening that include UFOs, ghosts, and lost time, just to name three. My own strangeness is a sensitivity to noncorporeal entities. Not usually ghosts, but other things. House spirits are one type - we've got at least three here, and I've always been able to feel them in other places I've lived as well, ever since I was a little little kid. Don't know what they are, exactly, but they've never moved with me, they always stay with the house or building where I first feel them. Here, we have one that lives in the little hallway between rooms. It moves back and forth. I feel it often, and the cats react to it too. There's two more that play on the porch in the summer and mess with the settings on our electronic lock. But aside from house spirits, I can also feel others. They move in and out of my life, sometimes staying for awhile, sometimes only hanging around briefly. Then there are a couple very long term ones that have been with me for all or most of my life. I have various names for these, and I'd be happy to talk about them more with anyone who's interested. Lastly, I've felt what might be termed as "ghosts" as well. My late grandfather checks up on me on a regular basis. My mother-in-law (whom I never met before she passed away) greeted me when I visited Dino's childhood home a few years back. I've seen various pets return for visits throughout my life, including Sam who will sometimes speed through the livingroom out of the corner of my eye.
What do I mean by "feel"? Well, sometimes it's just that sense of knowing someone is in the room with you. Other times I will feel touches. Many times, I will hear voices and can actively talk to them. Sometimes they move things around (oh the stories I could tell!). On rare occasions, I will see - whether it be an actual vision of a person or pet, or a shimmer of light where there isn't supposed to be one. In any case, none of these things seem odd to me as I'm sure they do to others, simply because it has happened all my life and I'm used to it. I'm not asking that anyone believe me, I'm just telling it like it is.
Well, now this has gotten out of hand, hasn't it? Sorry, didn't mean to ramble so. But I could probably easily extend this list to 10 or 15 weird things about me, and not run out of weirdness to write about.
I thusly tag:
ephnat
lenyakurios
mixe
pichi
the_kaizer
and, knowing that's only five, anyone else who wants to do it. I don't tag dragons, because they are big and can eat me. Also, those tagged are under no obligation to participate. ^_^