Six Weird Things About Me
I've been tagged by Happy Zombie. Can someone please tell me what "meme" means or stands for? The only problem with this subject is that I think anyone who ever checks into this blog already knows more than six weird things about me. But here goes anyway:
1. I do not like to get food from buffets. It isn't that I worry about the food being rotten, I just don't like standing in line to choose food to put on my plate. Probably this has to do a little with the fact that I am a vegetarian (I have been since I was born) and there is a lot of food I can't and don't want to eat. Either I have to take samples of lots of suspicious looking food and examine it in the relative privacy of my chair only to discover that almost everything has bacon grease on it except for the grapes, or I can see immediately that there is only one thing I can eat so I heap my plate with it and look like a total hog. I am very fortunate in my spouse who suffers my foibles like a gentleman and always gets my plate for me.
2. I don't like children's birthday parties. I realize what a sacrilege it is to admit this openly. I find children's birthday parties to be disturbing, stressful, obnoxious, and annoying events. I don't like throwing them (don't worry, I do it anyway), and I don't like going to them. The absolute worst of them are the ones with nary a drop of alcohol to soothe the nerves. Max loves birthday parties more than most other things on earth.
3. After having bravely admitted the last item, you will hardly find this one surprising: I don't play games. Don't try to make me. I promise I will not budge. Not even if you're dying. Here's a list of games I don't play: cards, charades, any kind of stupid parlour games, board games (except with my child), social group games that are meant to help strangers get to know each other, croquet, boules, and baby shower games. The only game I will play with anotheradult Philip is scrabble.
4. Large crowds of people make me choke up. As in: they make me get so emotional I almost cry. It isn't sadness, fear, or happiness. I'm not sure what it is, but I suspect it may just be the power inherent in huge numbers of people huddled together. Huge crowds of people can be beautiful or savage depending on the mood of the herd. I believe it's mostly a primal reaction.
5. Bagpipes and marching bands make me choke up too. With bagpipes it's because of the haunting proud sound of the music. I know most people think bagpipes sound like some variation of a dying animal, but to me, they sound like human sorrow, happiness, triumph, mourning, and celebration all rolled into one satisfyingly loud package. If I could stand on the top a hill in the highlands and make my soul describe to the whole planet how it feels about life, it would be a bagpipe playing Amazing Grace. As to marching bands, I don't especially like them, but still they have that effect on me.
6. I don't like it when people try to get me to try free samples of things. I never take food samples from people in the grocery store. I'm not worried about germs. Not really. It just makes me really uneasy. It makes me distrustful. But I don't know why. I don't like getting free things at all unless they are gifts from people I know. A woman came in to my shop and forced me at gunpoint to take her free Mary Kay sample even though I obviously have lots of skincare in my store that I probably believe pretty strongly in using or I wouldn't carry it. (Uh, it wasn't really at gun point, it just felt like I had been mercilessly targeted) I think the reason I don't like free things is that they are almost never something I actually want, and are nearly always made of complete garbage.
1. I do not like to get food from buffets. It isn't that I worry about the food being rotten, I just don't like standing in line to choose food to put on my plate. Probably this has to do a little with the fact that I am a vegetarian (I have been since I was born) and there is a lot of food I can't and don't want to eat. Either I have to take samples of lots of suspicious looking food and examine it in the relative privacy of my chair only to discover that almost everything has bacon grease on it except for the grapes, or I can see immediately that there is only one thing I can eat so I heap my plate with it and look like a total hog. I am very fortunate in my spouse who suffers my foibles like a gentleman and always gets my plate for me.
2. I don't like children's birthday parties. I realize what a sacrilege it is to admit this openly. I find children's birthday parties to be disturbing, stressful, obnoxious, and annoying events. I don't like throwing them (don't worry, I do it anyway), and I don't like going to them. The absolute worst of them are the ones with nary a drop of alcohol to soothe the nerves. Max loves birthday parties more than most other things on earth.
3. After having bravely admitted the last item, you will hardly find this one surprising: I don't play games. Don't try to make me. I promise I will not budge. Not even if you're dying. Here's a list of games I don't play: cards, charades, any kind of stupid parlour games, board games (except with my child), social group games that are meant to help strangers get to know each other, croquet, boules, and baby shower games. The only game I will play with another
4. Large crowds of people make me choke up. As in: they make me get so emotional I almost cry. It isn't sadness, fear, or happiness. I'm not sure what it is, but I suspect it may just be the power inherent in huge numbers of people huddled together. Huge crowds of people can be beautiful or savage depending on the mood of the herd. I believe it's mostly a primal reaction.
5. Bagpipes and marching bands make me choke up too. With bagpipes it's because of the haunting proud sound of the music. I know most people think bagpipes sound like some variation of a dying animal, but to me, they sound like human sorrow, happiness, triumph, mourning, and celebration all rolled into one satisfyingly loud package. If I could stand on the top a hill in the highlands and make my soul describe to the whole planet how it feels about life, it would be a bagpipe playing Amazing Grace. As to marching bands, I don't especially like them, but still they have that effect on me.
6. I don't like it when people try to get me to try free samples of things. I never take food samples from people in the grocery store. I'm not worried about germs. Not really. It just makes me really uneasy. It makes me distrustful. But I don't know why. I don't like getting free things at all unless they are gifts from people I know. A woman came in to my shop and forced me at gunpoint to take her free Mary Kay sample even though I obviously have lots of skincare in my store that I probably believe pretty strongly in using or I wouldn't carry it. (Uh, it wasn't really at gun point, it just felt like I had been mercilessly targeted) I think the reason I don't like free things is that they are almost never something I actually want, and are nearly always made of complete garbage.