little unfinished doodle in my new hand bound sketchbook
Okay...once again, I've been tagged...twice, in fact... by both Kathy
and by Random York
. It's the 6 weird things about me
meme, and frankly, I'm stumped. I think I've spilled all the beans I want to spill in the many lists I've compiled in response to being tagged, and even though I am often called weird, I don't have a never-ending supply of odd behavior and quirks to share. Nonetheless, I will attempt to comply, mostly because my taggers are such fine, talented bloggers! What follows is a very random, sort of edited-stream-of-consciousness (which means it isn't really stream-of-consciousness) list of stuff that may or may not be weird.
I recently discovered that I have begun the shrinking-with-age process. I'm not pleased about this at all, especially since I have always taken pride in my lofty (physical) stature and excellent posture. So, I am going to continue to claim my previous height, in much the same spirit as some people insist on celebrtaing the same birthday year after year.
I keep the ashes of three cats in the same cabinet where I store the wine. This kind of freaks some people out, although I don't know why. They are in tightly-sealed tins!
I spend more money on art supplies and books than on clothes. I actually don't think this is weird. I'd much rather buy new paints and brushes, or books on fun stuff like Japanese tattoo art, than have a handbag that costs more than people pay for housing or groceries. I think that's
I don't play cards, board games, watch American Idol, Oprah, Nascar, or the Super Bowl. And that's just the beginning. I can't even look at the meat and poultry sections in the grocery store. All I see are dead naked animals. I also feel sorry for the lobsters in the tank at the fish counter. At the checkout, I create entire lives for people based on what they put on the belt. By the way, this is a great fiction writing exercise... go to the Grocery List Collection
, find an interesting list, and then create characters and a scene around it. That's the kind of stuff I do for fun!
Let's see... did I ever write about eating ants to impress my fellow campers at day camp (it didn't work), going to tea at the Plaza in bizarre, vintage costumes (a somewhat regular pasttime my friends and I had when I went to college in NYC ages ago), or believing I could hurt the feelings of my dolls if I thought bad things about them (that was either garden variety projection or the beginnings of my delusions of grandeur)? I guess I could go on and on, but none of this is really weird. I do think, though, that I've gotten more than six things down, so I'm going to stick a fork in it and call it done. There. Done! OUCH!
FInally, I'm going to change the rules of this game to allow for self-tagging! Tag thyself and let me know. Share the weirdness!