Five "Weirder" Things
Mostly because I have nothing else to blog about along with the desire to blog, I have decided to reveal five more weird, if not weirder, things about myself.
- I have lived in eight different houses, nine if you include The Magic Bus I lived in for six months in Mexico. [The Magic Bus was an old RV that was painted white. It very much resembled an ice cream truck.]
- My nose is very sensitive to changes in the atmosphere, and responds by bleeding. If it's too dry - it bleeds; too humid - it bleeds; if the pressure changes suddenly - it bleeds. In the sixth grade I had a nosebleed so severe I was excused from school and rushed to a medicentre (I bled for more than two hours). My nose is possibly most sensitive to atmospheric changes that involve hard objects striking my nasal region at high speeds. I have had too many nosebleeds to count.
- I have three cowlicks. If you imagine my head as cuboidal as possible without actually being a cube, I have a cowlick on each of the superior, dorsal vertices. The other is smack in the middle of the hairline on my forehead. As a result, I cannot have bangs, and if my hair is too short, I get these pouffs at the back of my head. I know that cowlicks are not uncommon, and not "weird," but I thought that having three was a little out of the ordinary. And this lady once told me that cowlicks are signs of good fortune, rendering me very fortunate, I suppose.
- I hate telephones. I hate making phone calls. I hate answering phone calls. I hate hearing phones ring. At home, I rarely answer the phone, and if I am home alone, I will sooner let the call go to the answering machine than answer it. I don't mind if someone calls for me, as long as I don't have to answer it. Talking on the phone is not a problem. I'm not sure if it is a fear or just a dislike; either way, I don't know from where it originates. Sometimes I think that getting a cell phone might help me get over it just from increased exposure, but I hardly get enough phone calls to necessitate my own cell phone anyway.
- When I'm having a meal consisting of different dishes it is very important that the different dishes do not make contact with each other on my plate. For example, say I'm having a meal of rice, steak, and salad. The rice cannot be touching the salad nor the steak in anyway, and the steak and salad must be free of contact as well. If, by chance, two dishes happen to touch, I cringe a little, and then separate them. I will still eat them. However, just because they cannot touch on my plate does not mean that they cannot touch on my fork. For example, say I wanted to take a morsel of steak and a bit of rice in the same mouthful. I'll put the steak on my fork and then scoop up a bit of rice. This is the extent of my weird eating habits - it's not like I eat one dish at a time in a counter-clockwise fashion around my plate, and chew each mouthful exactly twenty-seven times before swallowing or anything.
7 Comments:
You know what, Glynis? I think we are identical twins separated at birth - there is simply no other explanation.
I think you and my brother must be distant cousins (not quite twins, but close!) He is big on the food not touching but he is one of THOSE people who eat each item one at a time. He would eat the rice first, then the salad and then finally the steak. Each previous item has to be completely finished before starting on the next. Food should NOT mix. I think, personally, this goes beyond weird and is actually freakish.
He also gets the nose bleeds (although more so when he was younger), and has lived in about 7 or 8 different places (but no bus).
uhmmmm yes... our physical similarities are striking
My thoughts, exactly.
If you hate phones I advise against getting a mobile phone. I can't stand the thing. Now I have to not like answering the phone wherever I am.
Here's how I handled the phone thing---eliminated the home phone, and kept the mobile. That way, you can caller ID instantly, and then lie and say you didn't get calls you did. (Pretend calls have dropped when you just hung up, or that you can't get reception with the 'what, huh?, I'll call you back in a few' conversation). Everyone says I'm awful with it. I got that from my mother, who had me screening her phone calls when I was 5. On to food not touching--I pour applesauce on pizza, so I can soooo not relate.
Try mixing your food together like a Picasso painting---you don't know what you're missing!
I wonder why people feel the need to lie when not answering the phone?
Last time I heard it's not against the law to not answer your phone. ;)
Future MD: Like I said, it's not food mixing that bothers me, it's food touching (I don't really know how to further explain that these are separate from each other, but they really seem different in my head). And there are obviously some exceptions when it comes to sauces and stuff.
Bergman: I think it's an etiquette thing. People that do no have this "fear" or dislike for answering phones obviously wouldn't relate with people that do, and the people that do harbour this dislike don't want to seem like prats for purposefully missing calls, I guess.
-"Hey, man, I called you but there was no answer."
-"Yeah, I decided not to pick up."
Although it's honest, if I said that to someone I would feel like the biggest douche ever.
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