Here’s to Shutting Up
Emily’s tagged me on this 8 Things meme. My first thought? I’m so open and transparent I can’t possibly have eight new things to tell the world. Any eight things I haven’t already divulged must be so trivial even my filter-less brain recognizes this fact. But here goes anyhow.
- I am unduly grossed out by sweat - my own, and the sweat of others.
- The little man and I took an unplanned break from our YWCA, for at least six weeks (but I was still paying for it). After working out yesterday my butt muscles are seriously sore.
- I don’t mind washing laundry, but I have some sort of mental block against putting said laundry away properly. It just doesn’t happen. Instead I dig through baskets of clean laundry when it’s time to get dressed. Naturally I can’t find a damned thing this way, and end up rotating through the same few outfits that float to the top.
- The Fratellis played in town last night (at the Varsity, and in-store at Electric Fetus). I found out this morning. I am not well pleased.
- While I am very social, I’ve always felt like a disconnected loner. The number of people I feel genuinely connected to is small and shrinking all the time.
- On a related note…I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere on the old autism spectrum, but I’ve never been diagnosed.
- Pacing is a problem. I get my hands on a good book (or a DVD box set) and I blow right through, cover to cover. Can’t stop until I’ve reached the end. If only I could force myself to slow down and savor these things instead of being so damned manic.
- For the last dozen years I’ve been web-obsessed yet, somehow, and I don’t know how, I’ve only just discovered these G.I. Joe parodies. Last one there is a penis pump!
Bonus: Soon I Will Be Invincible was a wonderful read (and over all too soon). Next up? Heart-Shaped Box, which comes highly recommended.
Plus: A friend just got back from ten days in Denmark. Now if he’d just post some photos from the trip.
And: I feel like I killed seen heard read. The last post came just after James met me, and he hasn’t posted since.
July 30th, 2007 at 5:06 pm
I am so with you on #3, sista.
July 30th, 2007 at 9:24 pm
It’s like you wrote #5 directly from my brain. Seriously.
July 31st, 2007 at 9:20 am
you didn’t kill me. i’m just lazy. kind of…
actually, i’ve been busy teaching some people in our library system how to use the internets over here.
so i have been posting, just not about awesomely cool recent events like when i saw the decemberists play with the baltimore symphony orchestra a few weeks ago. or, when i visited our state library and saw a card file that indexes dances in case anyone calls and wants to know the steps to the cha-cha and they have to know what book it is in right away.
i hope to return to the world of posting soon…just have to get the internet hooked up in my new apartment (again with the lazy).
July 31st, 2007 at 10:05 am
Hmm, I don’t really see you as an open book at all. There are things you never mention here that an open book probably would. I won’t mention what, precisely. Heh.
#5 does not surprise me. You have not struck me as the type to really get close to people. I don’t think you’ve ever asked me a single question about myself, while I know quite a bit about you. Granted, this could just mean that you don’t like me enough to ask about me, but I’ve just taken it as part of your social butterfly-ness. ;)
I am grossed out by sweat as well, which makes summer all that much more difficult! I overheat quite easily & sweat a lot. I don’t want to be around myself!
July 31st, 2007 at 11:18 am
I am 100% #3. I also have two girlfriends (42yrs and 34yrs) that do the exact same thing. At times I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of this problem. For years, I would stack clothes on the back of the sofa in a most intricately towering way. It pissed Brian off and he finally told me. I never knew, and I bless his ass he told me.
July 31st, 2007 at 7:07 pm
emily and Rena, high five! So glad it’s not just me.
Maria, this just shows that we are connected.
James, so glad you are not dead in a ditch somewhere. Seriously. And I’ve already related your anecdote re: the card file that indexes dances.
Ericka, really? I often get the feeling that I blurt out WAY too much. Online and IRL, especially when co-workers scream TMI! while covering their ears and running away. As for me not asking personal questions, it isn’t because I don’t care. It’s because I’ve gotten the smackdown too many times from others who’ve indicated I was prying/asking too many questions. So that’s just made me wary. Like I shouldn’t ask, I should wait until information is offered, you know?
Ok, now I feel sweaty and stinky again so it’s time for yet another shower.
August 1st, 2007 at 9:43 am
You’re more open IRL than in this forum, at least. I often find it odd what people consider TMI, which is usually nothing to me. Apparently my sensibilities ain’t all that delicate. ;)
I can see how the two manifest in you. You offer information without question. In a way this is like you making sure people don’t have to feel uncomfortable if they want to ask about something, but obviously it can also be seen as a lack of interest in others because most people aren’t just going to offer up info like that. We’re all conditioned in sometimes weird ways. I’m glad to know, at least. I appreciate honesty.