Here are eight random facts about me:
- I don't understand how walking around outside can dirty white sneakers so quickly. We might be better off with dirt-colored sneakers.
- If I had the freedom, I would revert to the sleep cycle of a teenager--going to bed in the wee hours of the morning and sleeping away the first part of the day.
- I distrust parents, myself included.
- My favorite color is green, unless it's black. Even though I know black is the absence of all color, I think of it more how it works with paint--you pour all the colors together to make black.
- Most of my youth was part of the crowd (in the sense of two's company, three's a crowd). When I finally had a best friend in high school, I had to compete with his job bagging groceries, buffing his father's muscle car, and his perpetual lack of originality.
- Seeing my father interact with people made me uncomfortable around those whose every thought is transparent to the world. In reaction, I'm quiet, still, and watchful.
- I once captured a katydid and carried it off a crowded train to Chicago. It was such a dreadfully foreign place for a night insect. When I placed it in a flower box up on street level, I think I wanted to do something that no one had done for me.
- I almost always sneeze twice.
Would anyone like to be tagged? I'm not sure who to single out.
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5 comments:
I do revert to the sleep pattern of a teenager; every holiday, except I don't seem to be able to sleep till noon anymore!
I'm with you on the sleep pattern. Mornings are wasted on me, mostly.
Oh... Hi, I'm back :-)
And really enjoying your Westinghoused series. And Loved the Lord of the Rings alternate ending, btw!
Very specific, but I woudn't have expected anything less, given your writing. #3 explains a lot of your comments on my blog on parenting.
Verilion, there is just something alluring about it.
Terri, so great to have you back! I know it must be hard, though. I hope it hasn't been too painful leaving SA again.
Mermaid, yes, that it is where it comes from. As hard as people think parenting is, I think the truth is that it is even harder.
Colors. I remember arguing with acquaintances about the absence of color in black. I understood the scientific sense of it, the abstract of it, quite well, but other people often seemed unwilling to do so. In the practical world, you can't make a black shirt by NOT putting color on it.
I've become much more practical myself, in the past handful of years. But I still giggle now and then, remembering a joke my sister and I used to guffaw over: "It only LOOKS green." Of course it only looks green, color is subjective... Still seems funny to me, still unintelligible to most...
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