as so ordered by the wobbly one
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maderr1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
1. Things have to make sense. I'm serious. If A goes with B or B goes with C, then do it that way -- or give me a good reason that you're putting A with C or I get really fucking tetchy and possibly downright nasty if you're doing it just to piss me off. Things. Must. Make. Sense. This works well when I'm writing. Otherwise life gets pretty miserable, not least of all because people do it just to be snotty or make me angry or simply to make me miserable - which hurts a lot when it's a friend, which has happened more than once. People say I tend to overreact to things, this would be the primary source. I don't care what damned earth or mars logic is used - it just has to fucking make sense or I go spazzy. I don't care what it is - flavors, textures, colors, events, stories, whatever.
2. I will cut off my own nose to spite my face if I think it's the only action that makes sense. This happens a lot when I think someone is being unfair, or treating me like shit with certain things, which actually happens rather regularly around here. If I have to hurt myself to make things fair and it pisses the culprit off in the process? So be it. The logic works in my head, and that is all that's really required. This is not really one of my better qualities -__-
3. People always tell me I'm strutting or something. It kinda stings, cause I don't mean to come off that way when I walk. But long long ago I was a painfully shy child who was harassed in school. I learned fast that if I act like I fear nothing and will kick the ass of anyone who looks at me funny, people leave me alone. Part of that was walking tough, I guess, and then it became habit. So I look like a clumsy runway model, I guess. It's amusing, anyway.
4. I am really really good at blocking out noise. My friend Ang at school used to tell people 'You have to say her name first' because people would literally talk to me for like five minutes and I would hear none of it, lookig up only when they finally ended with 'Megan?' >_>;;; It was something I taught myself, and now I cannot unteach it.
5. There are people all over the world who get into awkward situations after hearing the words "I dare you --". Someone dares me to do something, I tell them to fuck off. If I hear "It's impossibel to ---" it's all over. This has gotten me into trouble more than once. So far as writing goes, this often ties closely with #1. Otherwise, it often leads to my playing devil's advocate, so everyone thinks I'm pyscho or evil or something, when really I just can't help playing the other side. I say red simply because someone else said blue.
6. I remember nothing. If I need to know something, there are a handful of people I ask who will tell me. My beloved sisters are most often the victims of this flaw, though my parents and even my brother also endure it. In school, my poor friends were just as harassed. I more or less trust that everyone else will remind me of holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I really hope the husband I may someday have is not the romantic sort in any way shape or form >_>;; I have said more than once that I probably do really need a secretary.
7. I love storms. Not in the oooh, lightning and thunder, isn't it neat! from the dry side of the window sort of love. Not even stand out on the porch and admire love. I mean one of the greatest moments of my life was when a hurricane slammed Roanoke Rapids and Beej & I went for a walk. Like 15-20 minutes worth of walking in rain that stung the skin and wind that made everything bugnuts insane. In Okinawa, we all used to play in the Typhoons until they finally got too rough. There is very little in life more awesome than playing in a storm. Sadly, Cincinnati's idea of storms is rather pathetic. They're so boring I want to weep.
By this point, I have no idea who's been tagged. Honestly, I'd love to see whoever feels like doing it.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
1. Things have to make sense. I'm serious. If A goes with B or B goes with C, then do it that way -- or give me a good reason that you're putting A with C or I get really fucking tetchy and possibly downright nasty if you're doing it just to piss me off. Things. Must. Make. Sense. This works well when I'm writing. Otherwise life gets pretty miserable, not least of all because people do it just to be snotty or make me angry or simply to make me miserable - which hurts a lot when it's a friend, which has happened more than once. People say I tend to overreact to things, this would be the primary source. I don't care what damned earth or mars logic is used - it just has to fucking make sense or I go spazzy. I don't care what it is - flavors, textures, colors, events, stories, whatever.
2. I will cut off my own nose to spite my face if I think it's the only action that makes sense. This happens a lot when I think someone is being unfair, or treating me like shit with certain things, which actually happens rather regularly around here. If I have to hurt myself to make things fair and it pisses the culprit off in the process? So be it. The logic works in my head, and that is all that's really required. This is not really one of my better qualities -__-
3. People always tell me I'm strutting or something. It kinda stings, cause I don't mean to come off that way when I walk. But long long ago I was a painfully shy child who was harassed in school. I learned fast that if I act like I fear nothing and will kick the ass of anyone who looks at me funny, people leave me alone. Part of that was walking tough, I guess, and then it became habit. So I look like a clumsy runway model, I guess. It's amusing, anyway.
4. I am really really good at blocking out noise. My friend Ang at school used to tell people 'You have to say her name first' because people would literally talk to me for like five minutes and I would hear none of it, lookig up only when they finally ended with 'Megan?' >_>;;; It was something I taught myself, and now I cannot unteach it.
5. There are people all over the world who get into awkward situations after hearing the words "I dare you --". Someone dares me to do something, I tell them to fuck off. If I hear "It's impossibel to ---" it's all over. This has gotten me into trouble more than once. So far as writing goes, this often ties closely with #1. Otherwise, it often leads to my playing devil's advocate, so everyone thinks I'm pyscho or evil or something, when really I just can't help playing the other side. I say red simply because someone else said blue.
6. I remember nothing. If I need to know something, there are a handful of people I ask who will tell me. My beloved sisters are most often the victims of this flaw, though my parents and even my brother also endure it. In school, my poor friends were just as harassed. I more or less trust that everyone else will remind me of holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I really hope the husband I may someday have is not the romantic sort in any way shape or form >_>;; I have said more than once that I probably do really need a secretary.
7. I love storms. Not in the oooh, lightning and thunder, isn't it neat! from the dry side of the window sort of love. Not even stand out on the porch and admire love. I mean one of the greatest moments of my life was when a hurricane slammed Roanoke Rapids and Beej & I went for a walk. Like 15-20 minutes worth of walking in rain that stung the skin and wind that made everything bugnuts insane. In Okinawa, we all used to play in the Typhoons until they finally got too rough. There is very little in life more awesome than playing in a storm. Sadly, Cincinnati's idea of storms is rather pathetic. They're so boring I want to weep.
By this point, I have no idea who's been tagged. Honestly, I'd love to see whoever feels like doing it.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:18 am (UTC)