I like a good meme as much as the next blogger, especially as my brain has begun the Christmas break a tad early. The erudite, learned and charming Pavlov's Cat has tagged me, and since I have lots of amusing little eccentricities, I am happy to play along.
Here's the rules:
The first player of this game starts with the topic five weird habits of yourself, and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says You are tagged (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
1. I have a smallish piece of glass embedded in my forehead, above my left eye. I was in a car crash several years ago in which I foolishly decided to fling myself at the windscreen. As a result of this little escapable a piece of the windscreen ended up embedded in one of the cuts (I had to have 55 stitches in my face and the scars are still quite visible). The weird part is that when I have a few glasses of vino I often invite people to feel the glass in my forehead.
2. I can't stand having bare feet, so I almost always wear shoes or socks. Similarly, seeing other people wandering around with bare feet in places like shopping centres freaks me out.
3. I will not eat green peas. I will pick them out of food such as rice salad and samosas. If I come to your house and you serve me peas, please understand, I just cannot eat them. The texture and flavour are indescribably awful. I shudder at the mere thought of letting a green pea pass my lips.
4. I don't like the texture of white reflex-type paper and I will go out of my way to avoid handling it. I seem to have some strange tactile issues, don't I? I won't mention the dirt thing or the way sometimes my own fair feels wrong.
5. When I develop an interest in a topic or activity, for the first few weeks or months of that interest I obsessively read everything about I can, do it as much as possible, and talk about it non-stop. Then I become exhausted, and I have a short lull of a few weeks to a few months where I stop doing whatever-it-is completely -- as though I was never interested in it at all. Finally, I pick it up again in a much less intense manner and then do it more consistently and with less angst. From running to knitting to dog training to photography to reading certain books to cooking to painting to whatever, the pattern is exactly the same.
So I will now meme-tag: The Forbattle Crew (one or all of you crazy kids), Jennine, Fyodor the blogless, Ducky upon her return from Woodford, and Cotard, who is currently cursed with dial-up (and who I just realised was a fellow Perthite -- duh). Anyone else who wants to take part can.