I was tagged by The Individual Voice for this meme on seven weird facts about me. Working with academics means that my notion of what’s weird and what isn’t is unreliable, so I trotted off to find a second opinion. Unfortunately the first person I came across in my travels was my husband. ‘I’ve been tagged to find seven weird facts about me,’ I said. ‘Any ideas?’ He gave me a particularly quizzical look, with his head on one side and then he replied, ‘But you just are weird.’ Something about my expression must have intimated to him that this was not necessarily a wise conversational direction to take as he added hastily ‘In a good way, that is.’ So here are some of the ways in which I differ from the average human being, and I apologise if I’ve mentioned them already:
- Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
- Post these rules on your blog.
- List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
- Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
- Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog
1. I don’t like any form of sport. I know it’s good for me, I know people get lots of pleasure from swimming and walking and hitting balls about, but until supermarket sweep makes it to the Olympics, there’s officially no sport that I’d play of my own free will. I’ll always hold that you have to be moderately capable at something to enjoy doing it.
2. I really don’t like parties. Anything more socially taxing than three people together around a teapot and I start to feel nervous. Any gathering where I have to stand and shift from foot to foot and look approachable and I start to wonder how long it will be before I can be alone reading. I hate introducing myself to people who don’t know me and will probably never meet me again, and I loathe all forms of small talk. I start to ponder, with some desperation, the meaning of existence. The only thing that will perk me up is to fall into conversation with the half-cut, embittered ex-wife of a distant relative of the host, who is just waiting for an opportunity to tell her story and the stories of the other revelers. That’s a conversation I’d have some time for, but sadly that kind of party guest is hard to come by.
3. I’m double jointed. Particularly around the knees. I can sit in a way that would make you wince.
4. I don’t really like traveling. Another great cultural pursuit of the modern age that leaves me unmoved. I don’t have any fear of dying without seeing the Taj Mahal or the mountains of Nepal or even the canals of Venice. In the main I don’t like travel because I’m very claustrophobic in any moving vehicle, which takes a lot of the fun out of it. But if I really cared, I suppose I would be motivated to do it anyway. Essentially, I don’t like the feeling of not being at home, in all senses of the term. I’d much rather live somewhere different for six months (the Latin quarter in Paris, an elegant, leafy street in Boston); that makes sense in a way travel just does not.
5. I’m a lucid dreamer. Which means I control my dreams as I dream them. I have very postmodern bad dreams where I replay the ending over and over again, trying for a better outcome. Eventually I’ll wake myself up, but in the meantime, it’s surprising how many rewrites I can fit in.
6. The amount of books I read. This was my son’s contribution to the debate. So yes, I suppose some people would think it strange that I could read from one end of the day to the other, and that there isn’t anything I can think of that I’d like to do more than read and discuss the books I’ve been reading. In fact the world of book bloggers is probably the only place (outside the universities) where it would be considered perfectly normal.
7. I cry at the silliest things in films. Another direct family quotation, I’m afraid. I do find that watching films with the boys cramps my style. If one is particularly susceptible to the tender, heart-wrenching scenes in films it’s something of an intrusion to the moment to find oneself being peered at and asked whether ‘you’re not going to cry again, are you?’ Nowadays I wait until everyone’s out the house before firing up the DVD player.
As for tagging, well, here’s a few bloggers whom I suspect might have a hidden weird fact or two to share, despite looking terribly intelligent and sensible on the surface:
Archie at Archie’s Archive
Ella at Box of Books
Verbivore at Incurable Logophilia
Dewey at The Hidden Side of a Leaf