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All right, here it comes:
The Weird Things Meme (i.e., six incredibly weird things about me).
1. When I daydream or imagine things, I enter an almost full-sensory experience with intense detail. On the one hand, this has led to me being a pretty decent writer/storyteller. On the other hand, it leads to me being prone to talk out whatever scenario’s going on in my head, WITHOUT BEING AWARE I’M TALKING. (For example, if I am constructing some sort of dialogue or conversation in my head, this is almost always bound to happen to some degree or another.) Often I also make weird faces.
My full-sensory imaginative capacities have also led to weird thing #2:
2. Bizarre fears and anxieties. I have a number of really vivid fears regarding my eyes. The first is the fear that I will get a paper cut on my eye. The second involves three-ring binders. Even on Lexapro, I cannot use binders because of the full-color horrors that run through my head whenever I hear one snap closed. It might snap closed on my eye.
Gah. Makes me feel all weezly-weezly just writing about it. Gah…heebie jeebies!!!
3. Oddly Satisfying Pleasures: Using the “stop requested” cord on the bus. I like the way you pull it and it goes “ding!” I also really enjoy dusting things, because I like to see the way the surface transforms and all the color and gloss comes back. Saying new words is another source of odd pleasure for me. If I have learned a new word, particularly in a foreign language, I may try it out (sometimes repeatedly) as I walk along the sidewalk back to my car.
4. Whenever I am in a situation where I or someone with whom I am conversing brings up the subject of the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel in any way (such as, “Crap, trying to go through the tunnel at rush hour on Friday is going to be hell,”) I hear a particular line from LOTR in my head. You know that part of the Two Towers movie where Frodo asks, “Are you saying there’s another way into Mordor?” And Gollum responds, “There’s a path…and some stairs, and then…a tunnel.” Yeah, I hear “tunnel” in Gollum’s voice every time the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel is discussed.
5. Ever since having worked at Camp Royall, I have found “flapping” (i.e. repetitive rocking and hand-flapping motions that resemble the stereotyped self-stim behaviors of autistic individuals) to be incredibly soothing. Typically, this is something I only engage in while in the privacy of my own home-or, increasingly, in my office in Gilmer with the door closed. (Often a response to a particularly trying meeting). I started trying it out because I always want to get better insight into the minds of the children I work with. What is it, I wondered, that they get out of that weird, repetitive behavior? Well, now I know the answer: marked reduction in stress and anxiety. Now what I want to know is…is this true for other people? Try it out sometime, let me know how it goes.
6. My given name seems to have been almost completely usurped by a typo. That's right, even my own boyfriend now calls me "The Sonk" almost exclusively. And when I say "almost exclusively" I don't mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time calls me by the real name. I mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time is about evenly divided among "The Sleep," "The Burp," and, most charmingly, "Butts." I don't think he has actually used my real name for almost a year now.
So that's six weird things about me!
The Weird Things Meme (i.e., six incredibly weird things about me).
1. When I daydream or imagine things, I enter an almost full-sensory experience with intense detail. On the one hand, this has led to me being a pretty decent writer/storyteller. On the other hand, it leads to me being prone to talk out whatever scenario’s going on in my head, WITHOUT BEING AWARE I’M TALKING. (For example, if I am constructing some sort of dialogue or conversation in my head, this is almost always bound to happen to some degree or another.) Often I also make weird faces.
My full-sensory imaginative capacities have also led to weird thing #2:
2. Bizarre fears and anxieties. I have a number of really vivid fears regarding my eyes. The first is the fear that I will get a paper cut on my eye. The second involves three-ring binders. Even on Lexapro, I cannot use binders because of the full-color horrors that run through my head whenever I hear one snap closed. It might snap closed on my eye.
Gah. Makes me feel all weezly-weezly just writing about it. Gah…heebie jeebies!!!
3. Oddly Satisfying Pleasures: Using the “stop requested” cord on the bus. I like the way you pull it and it goes “ding!” I also really enjoy dusting things, because I like to see the way the surface transforms and all the color and gloss comes back. Saying new words is another source of odd pleasure for me. If I have learned a new word, particularly in a foreign language, I may try it out (sometimes repeatedly) as I walk along the sidewalk back to my car.
4. Whenever I am in a situation where I or someone with whom I am conversing brings up the subject of the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel in any way (such as, “Crap, trying to go through the tunnel at rush hour on Friday is going to be hell,”) I hear a particular line from LOTR in my head. You know that part of the Two Towers movie where Frodo asks, “Are you saying there’s another way into Mordor?” And Gollum responds, “There’s a path…and some stairs, and then…a tunnel.” Yeah, I hear “tunnel” in Gollum’s voice every time the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel is discussed.
5. Ever since having worked at Camp Royall, I have found “flapping” (i.e. repetitive rocking and hand-flapping motions that resemble the stereotyped self-stim behaviors of autistic individuals) to be incredibly soothing. Typically, this is something I only engage in while in the privacy of my own home-or, increasingly, in my office in Gilmer with the door closed. (Often a response to a particularly trying meeting). I started trying it out because I always want to get better insight into the minds of the children I work with. What is it, I wondered, that they get out of that weird, repetitive behavior? Well, now I know the answer: marked reduction in stress and anxiety. Now what I want to know is…is this true for other people? Try it out sometime, let me know how it goes.
6. My given name seems to have been almost completely usurped by a typo. That's right, even my own boyfriend now calls me "The Sonk" almost exclusively. And when I say "almost exclusively" I don't mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time calls me by the real name. I mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time is about evenly divided among "The Sleep," "The Burp," and, most charmingly, "Butts." I don't think he has actually used my real name for almost a year now.
So that's six weird things about me!