7 Weird Facts

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:

  1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
  2. Post these rules on your blog.
  3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
  4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
  5. 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

Harriet Devine

The Hobgoblin of Little Minds

Dewey at The Hidden Side of a Leaf

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29 thoughts on “7 Weird Facts

  1. Wow, you really are weird! 😉 I’m with you on the party thing. Groups larger then four even when I know everybody make me so very tired. Are your dreams lucid all the time? I manage a lucid dream now and then, usually a bad dream, but it is rather fun after being shot and dropping dead to be able to hop up and have a “do over,” where I can perform some cool Matrix moves to avoid being shot again.

  2. Strangely, all your weird facts except number seven are also true of me. Even the double jointed thing. I have to add a disclaimer to number one, though. I do enjoy hiking and swimming But they’re not competitive and there are no balls involved. I’ll never understand competing over balls. I can just go buy a ball if I want. I have no need to knock people down, take their balls and then aim their balls at some sort of goal.

  3. Stefanie – LOL! Glad to find another party avoider! And yes, it’s very rare that I don’t dream lucidly. Although in my case I rewind and start over only to mess up in new ways. Fail again. Fail better next time, as Beckett says. Dew – you surprise me not at all! But what’s the key to not crying at films? It would be very useful to know. The ball thing is hilarious; it’s true. What’s all the fuss about?

  4. I don’t really consider walking a sport. It’s the only form of exercise that I can bring myself to do these days. I don’t like parties either, can’t stand talking for talking’s sake and would much rather be reading – that’s not in the slightest bit weird! I hate crying at films – but always do – and I just filled up watching Holby City

  5. Well, I totally agree that you have to be moderately good at something to enjoy it, and that’s why I avoid all sports besides cycling and hiking — believe me, I’m terrible at everything else and I won’t do anything I don’t enjoy! I will never play any sport requiring coordination or the ability to hit a ball. So, in spite of all the time I spend on my bike, I think we are pretty similar when it comes to athletics!

  6. That lucid dream control thing is quite weird, litlove. I would want that. How cool it would be if one dreamed of a proof, reached a roadblock, went back and tried a different method, reached a roadblock, tried a different method and so on, until QED! My research life would be so much more productive.

    I have mixed feelings about ball sports. I dislike American football, rugby and baseball with a passion, but am obsessed about cricket and tennis. So obsessed that I hear cello music and the beat of swan wings in the background when I’m hitting a one-handed backhand. 🙂

  7. It seems that a lot of us hate parties. Perhaps we should have a blogging party for those who hate parties? I’m glad you think I have something weird hidden away, and I’ll do my best not to disappoint!

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  9. Totally agree about sport, I completely loathe it. As for parties, I prefer hosting to attending them, because then there’s always something to do and it’s hard to feel like a spare part in your own house. I am so envious of the lucid dream thing!

  10. Only the dreaming and the double-jointednesss seem weird to me. My youngest sister was double-jointed. My sister and I convinced her when she was very young that her arms were attached backwards. I think when she realized we were teasing, she may have slugged us with those backwards arms. We would have deserved it for being so mean.

  11. BooksPlease – ah we clearly are made along very similar lines. Holby city is certainly something I’d never make it through dry-eyed! Dorothy – how very reassuring of you to say so! I am still in awe of your ability to do things like your century rides, however! Polaris – oh if only lucid dreaming could be used productively in research! Alas I have never solved a research problem in dreaming although what a fantastic story it would make if I could! And I do like the sound of your backhand – sadly there is no cello music playing for those of us it would whistle straight past. Hobgoblin – LOL! A blogger’s party where we could all bring our books and sit and read them, if we felt in the mood! Bet we wouldn’t though – we’d all be discussing them like mad. Look forward to your answers to the meme! Becky – hosting is a good idea, if only it didn’t involve being left with the washing up 🙂 But it is said anyone can lucid dream: tell yourself firmly just before you go to sleep that you will control your dreams that night and see if it makes a difference! Cam – If my brother had thought to tell me my legs were on backwards, believe me, he would have done it. It’s the duty of siblings, it seems, to make other people in the world look gentle and kind 🙂

  12. I think number 6 doesn’t count in the context of a book-blog. As for the dream thing, I’d never heard of anyone who could do that, it’s kind of creepy sometimes, isn’t it?
    If you ever try the 6 months in Paris thing, do make sure to contact me!

  13. I am also a veteran silly crier, I can really let the waters gush for the smallest of dramatic scenes, literary or televised. Thank you for tagging me, I will try to dig up some of my best eccentricities for you 🙂 And Hooray for number six!

  14. I love knowing all these things about you, and would have guessed very few of them. (The books, of course.) Like you, I am always waiting at a party for someone to do something or say something that disrupts social convention. I don’t want icky disruptions, like throwing up, but I do want talk that surprises me, and if it includes a confession, all the better.

  15. The lucid dreaming astonishes me. This morning I dreamt Leonid Brezhnev was manager of Fulham, so maybe you’re missing out on randomness. But Pompey won the match 2-1 with a last minute winner, so maybe I really was in control. Oh, I forgot you hate sport…

  16. Smithereens – I most certainly would let you know! The dreaming thing is mostly tiring, like having directed a movie all night rather than just watched it! Harriet – I’m looking forward very much to reading your answers! Verbivore – hurray! bet they’ll be fab. So nice not to be alone in the ‘veteran crying’ stakes (I love that phrase). Dear Bloglily – one of my basic rules in life is to always leave parties before the throwing up starts. But you and I should work a party together – we’d be absolutely unstoppable confession gatherers! Steve – a match with Brezhnev managing Fulham is something I’d bend my no sport rule for… what a brilliant dream. I really must try to let go more often. Yogamum – I do wish I liked travel more – even the idea of it! I’m sure there are wonderful experiences to be had. One day someone will design a teleporter and I will be sorted.

  17. What fascinating information from you and lots of others. I must be very dull. Can’t say I’m a sports fan either, unless competing in plant shows counts. Guess not. As to dreams I must dream a lot but can never remember one iota, which must annoy my wife as in the past few weeks she claims I have kicked her and one night shrieked so loud it terrified her. Haven’t a clue what was going on. Perhaps I leak into a parallel universe while asleep to make up for the distance I keep from this one. Not a party type either and find small talk difficult, just tolo much effort for so little reward, though psychololgists say it’s important in starting to get to know people. Perhaps the books are substitute for that. Was it Stevenson who said it’s better to travel than to arrive? So who said it’s better to think about travelling than to set out? Still I wouldn’t mind walking the canals of Venice having studied Renaissance Venice at one time. I’d like the teleporter though. In fact a computer that just worked reliably would be handy. Techno-son tells me it’s fancy graphics card interrupting us a present. Whatever next in cyberland, I wonder?

  18. Woops – think I meant walking beside the canals. Haven’t achieved walking on water yet – unless that’s in the inscrutable dreams!

  19. You remind me of my biggest secret: I never want to travel again in my life. It isn’t worth the anxiety and hassle, the sardine airplanes that might be blown up by terrorists in the sky. I’m done with flying forever, I think, unless forced by family pressure and heavily sedated into oblivion to the point that I’m carried on as baggage. This is an issue as my son is in college in Chicago and I’m in Boston. Fortunately, he’s young and adventurous and enjoys travelling and visiting his hermit mother in her cave.

  20. I loathe parties too – waste of reading time
    I love(d) travelling – but the airports really get me down and I am now beginning to wonder if it is worth it
    I am a terrible cry baby when I watch something sad. Railway Children is a non starter for me as I start to weep now the minute the film begins until I am a wreck at the end when the cry of ‘Daddy o my daddy’ echoes round the railway station. In fact, I am getting damp around the eyelashes just thinking about it…

  21. Bookboxed – I recognise that graphics card problem. We had that once and it was a trial to sort out. A teleporter would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? I rather like the thought of you walking on water in Venice, and will do my best to dream about it for you! It so nice to find kindred spirits on the sport and party front. TIV – I have often joked that I would be much better unconscious in a crate in the baggage hold! I can only think that it’s perfectly right and proper for you to encourage your son to travel and explore his freedom, self-reliance and resilience in this way – what a good mother you are. Elaine – when I was still a callous child my brother and I would tease my mother who could never stay dry eyed at the end of the Railway Children. Now I’m right with you – however does one get through even the first hour and a half of it?

  22. I’m with you on the party thing. My husband’s rather large extended family always seems to be celebrating something and I try and avoid those parties as best I can–does that sound terrible?! I have to negotiate them in another language and I have nothing in common with most of the ladies (though they are all very nice)–they are all talking about their kids and families and not a single soul asks me about my job or what I’m reading (since I have no children)…and all I’m thinking is when I can go and read, too! Most social situations are the same, though, even if they aren’t family events! And I hate to admit it, but I am pretty sappy when it comes to watching sad movies. Actually just seeing something sad on the news or a sappy TV commercial will do it–I wish I had more control over that–I hate crying in front of people, so I avoid anything that looks like it might set me off.

  23. Danielle – I feel exactly the same – I hate to let people see me cry so events like weddings are a trial, too! My husband also comes from a large family so I know all about that instant rent-a-crowd effect. It would be nice, wouldn’t it, if somebody once started a conversation with you about what you were reading!

  24. Although I love to travel, I’m with you on the much preferring to live somewhere for six months or so. I’d love to travel all over the world doing that sort of thing. Maybe this is why Bob and I tend to go back to the same places over and over. The idea of tours makes me shudder. I’m also with you when it comes to parties, unless it’s a party full of nothing but people I’ve known and loved for a long time, and we keep dividing ourselves up into those little groups of three around tea pots. Let’s go see a film together, something really sappy. I won’t comment at all about your crying through my own tears.

  25. Shameless – I should have tagged you too! Consider yourself tagged if you would like to do this meme (I remember loving one of your memes on strange experiences!) Emily – I’m up for that film. And against the idea of tours (why? why? would anyone ever want to?). And if we can arrange to be in the same place for six months, that would be delightful.

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