I’ve been tagged by bianca bean for a meme about myself involving 7 random facts of weirdness. bianca and I go way back. Way back to oh… early 2007, when our post numbers were still just in the double digits or something like that, anyway, way back. She was one of my first ever blogging friends so there is no way I would refuse her a tagging, and besides I need an easy post tonight, and this has got easy written all over it.
- I don’t really believe in ESP but I have often had insights I haven’t been able to explain. For example I’ve had an uncanny ability to sense very specific details of pending bad things, like police radar traps, and I dreamt about this a couple of days before it happened.
- Sometimes I’ve felt so close to my partner that he has felt like déjà vu, and I’ve found it very difficult to believe that I haven’t invented him out of my imagination. Other times I’m surprised by how little we know of each other.
- When I develop an obsession with a piece of music or a song I have to play it over and over and over again until I’ve satisfied the longing for it. This longing can last days or more. I can’t enjoy the rest of the CD or sheet music until I’ve first killed that piece I am obsessed with. This can really bug the shit out of a flatmate.
- For several years while I was growing up in foreign countries my parents were suspected of being spies and we were ‘discreetly’ followed by surveillance wherever we went.
- I’ve created a soap opera in my head and when I get bored I drift off and think about the next plotline in the story. I have almost 70 characters to draw upon now, I must get bored a lot. The story has no merits to speak of, it is just full of the tawdry and tedious details of my characters’ lives.
- I am capable of being quite cultivated at times but nothing makes me laugh as much as someone inappropriately farting. For opportunities to laugh at farts being a parent has been a gift.
- I love laying my head on a pillow and feeling achingly tired but not letting myself drift off to sleep, just enjoying the sensation of falling asleep for as long as possible. This pleasure has not been enhanced by parenthood.
It wasn’t quite as easy as I expected, what is weird and what is random and what is both? I’m not going to tag anyone specifically but if you’re out and proud and weird and willing to post a meme, go for it.
See there – you already did it. I think that’s only one degree of separation – I think Bianca Bean memed 208 Main Street who memed me. So, I appreciate what you do and I appreciate the comments you leave on my blog. Okay then. Meme accomplished.
oh dear, you see, this is why i hate e-chain letters, and why ‘tagging’ is so gosh-durn similar. here i’ve gone and commented on one of your other posts, who knows which one, that i’ve tagged you with this exact same thing, and you’ve already done it after being tagged by someone else.
maybe this just means my blog tastes are a little incest-ual.
i’m also a little behind in my reading so it doesn’t surprise me that i missed this.
since my comment is already super long, i’ll just keep going: i love the soap opera thing. i used to have trouble falling asleep so i had an on-going adventure story i would tell myself in order to fall asleep. eventually, though, the story just ended. i think i was in my late teens and suddenly i’d run out of chapters. it felt really sad, but i still will sometimes re-tell the entire story to myself for fun.
Parenthood is great for the inappropriate farts – because since I got pregnant I do it all the time. I thought that would stop when the baby vacated, the Bloke is pleased that it hasn’t. When I was pregnant I farted very loudly in a swish Sydney hotel when we were having our posh weekend away of enjoying long baths before parenting duties kicked in. I was so loud that the man at the next table had to go to the bathroom to laugh. He may still have a bruise from his partner kicking him to make him stop. My partner couldn’t stop laughing, and neither could I.
Which is nothing really. My best friend was caught out making ‘documentaries’ at work. She used the jelly dinosaurs to make up stories and did David Attenborough impersonations for the narration. She was working in head office at a market research company where they don’t have much of a sense of humour for That Sort of Thing.
The soap opera in your head thing, mine’s a space opera complete with alien abduction, interstellar warfare, colonization, the lot. It’s been meandering about aimlessly for something like 20 years and there have been lots of repeat runs and re-writes.
I’m with you on the falling asleep feeling too, I love the moment when it feels like you’re literally falling
You are amazingly brilliant to keep 70 people alive and fed and interacting up there. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more impressed – seriously! That’s astounding to me. No pens or paper — just this tetured mental landscape? Impossible. I want to be you when I grow up.
And I love the spies thing — I can hear the mission impossible theme music playing as you go about your day — getting groceries, stopping for gas, you name it.
Yay, weird! Yay for playing! I love it!
I love me some weird bluemilk. You do not disappoint. Can I just say that even your weird posts are thoughtful and insightful. Like number 2. I’m still trying to fully wrap my mind around that one. More! More!
Thanks Tracee.
serahrose and mimbles – I am so relieved to hear other people do that story in their heads thing too, to be honest that was the one I had doubts about including in my list because I thought it sounded too weird.
kate – beautiful story, I laughed and laughed of course. My partner always says something scolding when I fart and that just makes me laugh a lot. I tell him I fart for him, I do it for that response I get from him.
Aw mom – what a sweet thing to say. And the spy thing, I was too young to understand the significance of their presence but I remember my parents commenting on it once when we were at a playground and these men were hanging around nearby.
Thanks bianca.
Thanks Theresa, what a nice compliment!