February 02, 2007
Weird. Who, me?
For a while now I've been entertained with your weird habits, unique talents, and interesting histories thanks to a little meme that's been going around - six weird things about me. I wanted to participate as soon as I read the first few responses, but it's taken me a long while to come up with six noteworthy and appropriate topics.
You see, in my mind there's a thin line between interesting personal tidbits and too much information, especially if the TMI has the potential to make readers uncomfortable (not to mention get you discovered by old boyfriends, the IRS, your psycho neighbor, your boss, etc.). Other knitbloggers strike a balance effortlessly, and I know more about them than most of my friends. Me? I figure why walk a delicate line when I can show my newest project or yarn acquisition? There's so much knitting to talk about that unfolding my personal life isn't even on the radar.
But this meme, it struck me as a challenge. I'm an interesting person, right? Surely I can come up with 6 things about myself that would intrigue my readers, preserve my privacy, and not gross anyone out! For several weeks I jotted down ideas in a little notepad, until I had collected enough to share. So, here it goes.
1. There seems to be disagreement when it comes to our ability to read in dreams. Most say that we can't read while dreaming, or at least we can't read while dreaming deeply. For me, reading and writing in my dreams is a given - as far back as I can remember, I've been reading and writing in my dreams, and sometimes even remembering the specifics when I wake up in the morning. How about you?
2. I'm sure you've heard the question, "Is the glass half empty or half full?" Those who say "half full" are deemed optimists; "half empty," pessimists. But how can we answer without bias? We all grow up knowing about this test and the meaning of the answers before the question is ever presented to us. I'm an exception, it seems. I was 11 years old when my ESL teacher showed a half full glass to the class, and asked us what it was. The 'half full half empty' thing didn't exist in the Ukraine, so I thought it was merely a test of our English skills, nothing subversive. I raised my hand, and firmly answered, "a half full glass of water." Apparently I'm an optimist.
3. I have a thing about flour. Well, technically it's about flouring. Seeing flour is no big deal, touching flour is no big deal, spooning flour into a bowl, sifting, running my hands through it are all okay. But the mere suggestion of flouring something, anything, with one's hands gives me the biggest heebie jeebies imaginable. Shudder! It's multi-sensory, too - the sight, sound, and feeling of this disgusting act all offend me. The details aren't important: whether it's me or someone next to me, or even someone on TV, spreading flour on dough, over a rolling pin, onto a cutting board, gathering up flour bits from the table, it all sends me running to the next room. As long as it involves moving flour over a hard surface with hands, I will feel like vomiting. Gah!
4. Graduate students often have very irregular schedules, especially those of us in the sciences. One day we're running to lab at 11 p.m., and the next we find ourselves waking up at 2 p.m. This leads to watching TV shows otherwise inaccessible to the working crowd. In my case, judge shows. I freakin' love judge shows, and prefer to watch them over anything else given the chance. People's Court with Marilyn Milian is my favorite, followed by Judge Judy, but I'll watch any and all of them. Judge Mathis, Divorce Court with Lynn Toler, Judge Joe Brown, bring it!!! I'll even watch Judge Hatchett when she isn't punishing youngsters by sending them to prisons and such. (some of the new judge shows have yet to impress me, however, including Judge Alex, Cristina Perez, and Judge Maria Lopez. But I'll still watch them).
5. I cannot stand hot food (temperature, not spice). I let my soup cool to room temperature before I'll even touch it, and take my "hot tea" 3/4 boiling water, 1/4 ice cubes, please. Bread fresh out of the oven? No thanks!
6. I collect antique maps, especially ones of the Black Sea (my birthplace). I hunt them down on eBay or at flea/craft markets, then frame them and display them over whatever little wall space I have. The more the map is wrinkled, stained, torn, or otherwise marred, the more I'm drawn to it. (Thanks for the reminder, Maritza!)