Emily’s tagged me on this 8 Things meme. My first thought? I’m so open and transparent I can’t possibly have eight new things to tell the world. Any eight things I haven’t already divulged must be so trivial even my filter-less brain recognizes this fact. But here goes anyhow.
- I am unduly grossed out by sweat - my own, and the sweat of others.
- The little man and I took an unplanned break from our YWCA, for at least six weeks (but I was still paying for it). After working out yesterday my butt muscles are seriously sore.
- I don’t mind washing laundry, but I have some sort of mental block against putting said laundry away properly. It just doesn’t happen. Instead I dig through baskets of clean laundry when it’s time to get dressed. Naturally I can’t find a damned thing this way, and end up rotating through the same few outfits that float to the top.
- The Fratellis played in town last night (at the Varsity, and in-store at Electric Fetus). I found out this morning. I am not well pleased.
- While I am very social, I’ve always felt like a disconnected loner. The number of people I feel genuinely connected to is small and shrinking all the time.
- On a related note…I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere on the old autism spectrum, but I’ve never been diagnosed.
- Pacing is a problem. I get my hands on a good book (or a DVD box set) and I blow right through, cover to cover. Can’t stop until I’ve reached the end. If only I could force myself to slow down and savor these things instead of being so damned manic.
- For the last dozen years I’ve been web-obsessed yet, somehow, and I don’t know how, I’ve only just discovered these G.I. Joe parodies. Last one there is a penis pump!
Bonus: Soon I Will Be Invincible was a wonderful read (and over all too soon). Next up? Heart-Shaped Box, which comes highly recommended.
Plus: A friend just got back from ten days in Denmark. Now if he’d just post some photos from the trip.
And: I feel like I killed seen heard read. The last post came just after James met me, and he hasn’t posted since.
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I am so with you on #3, sista.
It’s like you wrote #5 directly from my brain. Seriously.
you didn’t kill me. i’m just lazy. kind of…
actually, i’ve been busy teaching some people in our library system how to use the internets over here.
so i have been posting, just not about awesomely cool recent events like when i saw the decemberists play with the baltimore symphony orchestra a few weeks ago. or, when i visited our state library and saw a card file that indexes dances in case anyone calls and wants to know the steps to the cha-cha and they have to know what book it is in right away.
i hope to return to the world of posting soon…just have to get the internet hooked up in my new apartment (again with the lazy).
Hmm, I don’t really see you as an open book at all. There are things you never mention here that an open book probably would. I won’t mention what, precisely. Heh.
#5 does not surprise me. You have not struck me as the type to really get close to people. I don’t think you’ve ever asked me a single question about myself, while I know quite a bit about you. Granted, this could just mean that you don’t like me enough to ask about me, but I’ve just taken it as part of your social butterfly-ness. ;)
I am grossed out by sweat as well, which makes summer all that much more difficult! I overheat quite easily & sweat a lot. I don’t want to be around myself!
I am 100% #3. I also have two girlfriends (42yrs and 34yrs) that do the exact same thing. At times I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of this problem. For years, I would stack clothes on the back of the sofa in a most intricately towering way. It pissed Brian off and he finally told me. I never knew, and I bless his ass he told me.
emily and Rena, high five! So glad it’s not just me.
Maria, this just shows that we are connected.
James, so glad you are not dead in a ditch somewhere. Seriously. And I’ve already related your anecdote re: the card file that indexes dances.
Ericka, really? I often get the feeling that I blurt out WAY too much. Online and IRL, especially when co-workers scream TMI! while covering their ears and running away. As for me not asking personal questions, it isn’t because I don’t care. It’s because I’ve gotten the smackdown too many times from others who’ve indicated I was prying/asking too many questions. So that’s just made me wary. Like I shouldn’t ask, I should wait until information is offered, you know?
Ok, now I feel sweaty and stinky again so it’s time for yet another shower.
You’re more open IRL than in this forum, at least. I often find it odd what people consider TMI, which is usually nothing to me. Apparently my sensibilities ain’t all that delicate. ;)
I can see how the two manifest in you. You offer information without question. In a way this is like you making sure people don’t have to feel uncomfortable if they want to ask about something, but obviously it can also be seen as a lack of interest in others because most people aren’t just going to offer up info like that. We’re all conditioned in sometimes weird ways. I’m glad to know, at least. I appreciate honesty.
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