Six things I hate about myself
Gem has tagged me, then dared and double-dared me to do it. I don't wanna. Hate memes, and particularly hate revealing my insecurities in public. But I've been tagged, and apparently the universe will explode if I don't do it, so... It seems that this blog is increasingly Livejournalifying, anyway, what with the small humdrum observations, and the lists of things, and the like...Actually I'm not sure I really understand - am I supposed to reveal strange habits, or things I don't like about myself? Most of my self-hatred isn't directed at unusual habits, but I'll do my best.
Instructions:
1. Reveal six weird facts/things/habits about yourself and then tag six people.
2. Leave a “You’re Tagged!” comment to let the people you have tagged know they have to reveal six things (or the entire blogosphere will explode and it will be their fault).
3. Leave me a comment letting me know that you have completed your mission (if you have chosen to accept it!)
1. About a third of the milk bottles I buy are thrown out uncompleted because I forgot to put them back in the fridge.
2. Laziness could fill the entire list, but for somebody who has said, often and loudly, that they were put on the earth to be a writer, I sure spend a lot of time not-writing.
3. I am phone-phobic and will go to almost any length to avoid calling people I don't know, particularly if call centres are involved.
4. I like reading transcriptions of cockpit voice recorders of crashed planes.
5. I like to show off my typing speed, and enjoy weirding out customers by continuing to type while I talk to them.
6. For about eight years, the only meat I would eat was beef.
Tags: I won't do six, but I will tag the two bloggers I know who are least likely to enjoy revealing embarrassing habits in public: Tim and Arrietty - assuming she isn't dead in a ditch, somewhere in Germany.
posted by Nicholas @ 4:22 PM
7 Comments:
Germany? GERMANY? Germany was easy. It got difficult and really really strange after that. Seriously, though: 34 hours from northern England to Berlin. I'm back in England now. Alive.
I'll do your goddamn meme. Fine. Just let me think about it (my habit of thinking about things for ages before doing them is number two on the list, probably).
Incidentally, I share annoyances/weirdnesses/idiosyncrasies 2, 4 and 5 with you, which is a pretty high hit-rate, although I don't type in front of customers since there's no computer under the beer taps.
And livejournalifying ("Verbing weirds language" - Calvin or Hobbes) is okay. It's good to hear little bits in between the major contributions, especially since some of us are guilty of using blogs as substitutes for proper direct communication. Thinking of myself there, by the way. Who'd have thought it?
"enjoy weirding out customers"
reminds me of the following lyrics from American Music Club's 'Myopic Books':
i was just hoping
for a bookstore
like the one I've prayed for
and the music they played there
would be dinosaur junior
and the people who worked there
would be super skinny
and super unfriendly
and that would make me happy
Do you read the transcriptions aloud??
If so then you are weird.
Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I'd be afraid once I got going I wouldn't be able to stop.
i definitely spent a lot of time putting your milk back in the fridge now i think about it!
-b
wuss, tim. tempts me to do a facetious list pretending i'm you. "sometimes i read a sentence that is so grammatically perfect i am unable to move for up to eight hours", etc.
glad to hear you're alive, arrietty, i was worried when you dissapeared off that fucking map. yes to the blog-as-proper-communication substitute. i'm working on your letter, by the way, but it goes slowly.
dan, black books has taken all the pleasure out of being rude in a second hand bookshop. i'm rude and people say, "hahaha, just like black books! have you seen the show?" i tell them to fuck off and they collapse in hysterics, then applaud.
oh and bree, i didn't see your comment and have nothing to add, but didn't want it to look like i was snubbing, so i hereby point out i spent a lot of time taking your garbage to the garbage shute.
phones scare me.
sms has not helped my fear.
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