Does Meme=me me, all about me???
I haven't actually been tagged, but so many of my blogpals have done this one and then gone on to say consider yourself tagged if you have read this because they didn't want to tag directly therefore I will consider myself tagged. IYSWIM. Ye gods, that was articulate.
Sooooo, I was sort of tagged by Woolly Wormhead and Spinning Sue.
THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the ‘6 weird things about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
I am not at all wierd, and if there is anything wierd about me then I am so wierd that I cannot recognise it and am very reluctant to own up to it, but I'll do my best. First I will have a bath and cogitate on this conundrum.
1. I love bad weather. This is not very 'english' - we english like to complain about our weather - it's the great icebreaker, conversation starter and finisher. But I like to walk in blustery winds and like trying to fly when it's really gusty. I even (so long as I'm appropriately wellied) like walking in the rain. Rain also means more water in the rivers. This means more paddling. Rain is lovely beating on the window when I'm all cozy inside, snuggled up to dh, in front of a roaring fire. I love the snow - especially when it's fresh and has covered everything familiar in its disguise. I get excited when there's thunder and lightening and could watch a storm for hours.
a rainbow near Trenchfrod reservoir:
2. I suffer from 'trichotillimania'. I was amazed to find it had a name. When I was younger (from around 6yrs old and onward) I used to fidget and pull and tease my hair - and pull it out until I had a bald spot on my crown roughly the size of an old shilling. I think it was probably learned as a response to the stressful environment of a seriously dysfunctional family. But we don't want to go there. I still have a tiny bald spot where I used to pick, and the hair that has grown back is white and finer than the rest of my hair. And though I mostly don't twiddle with my hair any more (I knit instead!) I have been known to do so when I'm bored or stressed. I have had to work hard not to fiddle with my hair, in the same way as some folk find it difficult to not bite their nails. Now that IS wierd.
3. I grind my teeth and talk in my sleep. My mother and I have been known to have a conversation with each other whilst we were BOTH asleep. My mother swears I once spoke French in my sleep - but how she knows that when she can't even speak the language (and neither can I) is beyond explanation. I'm beginning to convince myself that I'm wierd.
4.I have a predilection for doom and gloom in fiction: I like horror stories and nasty stories, eg. Stephen King and Val McDermid. I think this could be considered wierd.
5. I don't like going to sleep in the dark. I've got better as I'm older, but I didn't used to like putting my feet down to the bottom of the bed in case the witch that lived down there would drag me under. I'm not even talking about the thing that lived UNDER the bed, let alone in the wardrobe. When I was a kid, I would insist on having the hall light on to go to sleep. Now I just snuggle up to dh. Yum. Yet I'll go for walks on my own in the dark and in places many friends wouldn't dream of going in the daylight. There's nowt so queer as folk.
6. I spend much of my working life sitting looking at other women's nether regions. I've often thought that was seriously wierd.
There, now I'm convinced I truly AM wierd.
Consider yourself tagged if you read this and haven't been, and leave a comment to say you have so can check to make sure there are other wierd folks out there too.
Sunset as seen from our bedroom window.