Meme: Seven habits/quirks/facts
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kaimetso (some time ago...): my seven quirks meme. I'm sure I've done this before at some point, but hopefully these are new to some people and I can come up with a few that I haven't yet paraded all about the internet. Anyhow, the rules:
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".
1. I talk and hum and sing to myself quite often. You have to remember that I spent four years living in dorms and apartments alone, so I started it as a way to fill the emptiness—now I continue because it's habit. I give myself verbal instruction and reassurance, because sometimes hearing things aloud makes them easier to do. I hum random notes sometimes when I'm working, or often when I'm trying to calm the guinea pigs down—I would hum to them as pups, so it's their comfort sound. I sing to myself often because I have a song stuck in my head, usually Clementine or The Ants Go Marching On or something equally inane.
2. I bruise and scar ridiculously easily. It's a side effect of fat (on my thighs, which will bloom into a bruise if you look at it sideways), being clumsy (I drop and run into things a couple times a day), and having blindly pale skin. My bruises take forever to fade, and anything that breaks the skin may leave me with an indelible reminder, including the (not so memorable) events such as: the time I got cut by a retractable leash (ring and pinky fingers on my left hand), the bite from Dink (left middle finger) and Kuzco (left forearm), the time I skinned by knees running (left) and falling off a bike (right), when I got chicken pox as a kid (chest and stomach), every scab I've ever picked at (both hands), and a few years worth of self-harm (left arm, both thighs). It's like a skill, only naturally occurring, uncontrollable, and much less cool.
3. Speaking of skin, the other side effect of being incredibly pale (and a redhead) is that I have more birthmarks and moles and freckles than you can shake a stick at. I have so many that I have favorites, picked out from the masses: a crescent moon on my upper back, an equilateral trio of freckles on my knuckle, a single dark round birthmark on the top of my left foot, a single birthmark at the hairline on my right temple, a dark freckle on my upper lip, a golden mole just right of the middle of my chest, and my favorite of them all, a fairy kiss on my right hip. Hey, at least I haven't named them.
4. I interpret smells by color, and (written) words by sensation, and so I'm beginning to think I may be mildly synesthasic. I discovered my correlation between smell and color when I began to test more and more BPAL scents—I often use colors to describe the blends, and I match scent to color when choosing an outfit and an oil for the day. I've always interpreted letters and words through a combination of personality and sensation—"A" is sharp and violent but "a" is full and holds sound, words like cunt and pussy and twat all have different sensations entirely. Of course there are a thousand other examples, but those are the ones that have come up lately. Self-diagnoses always seems pretentious, but the more I describe how I interpret things, the more I wonder if maybe my wires are a little crossed. If so, I don't mind it—it helps me create more vivid descriptions, and gives language very rich texture.
5. I memorize my favorite films. This occurs naturally, because I watch my favorite films on repeat for days at a time (no exaggeration), but I also do it on purpose, but turning on subtitles (since I learn better by reading than hearing). Films I have memorized include: The Matrix (so well that I can tell the difference between the script and the recorded version by reading the paper script) and sequels, The Emperor's New Groove, The Princess Bride, Underworld and Underworld Evolution, all Pirates of the Caribbean, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Ever After, and every minute of The 10th Kingdom. As a result, watching any of the above films with me can be, at times, somewhat excruciating.
6. I hate clothing. To be quite specific, I hate pants, but if I can opt out of pant wearing then I figure I might just aim for naked. When I go out, I wear pants, when there are people over (generally regardless of who they are) I wear pjs, and when it's just Devon or no one but me I go pantsless or naked. I find clothing uncomfortable, if only because it restricts my range of motion when I'm stretching out and turning over in bed. As a result, I don't own much clothing, and I don't do much laundry (when you spend only an hour or two dressed out of each day, it takes a good while for clothing to get dirty). So just remember: when I leave you an LJ comment, I may very well be writing it naked.
7. I have bad circulation. My extremities are almost always cold, to the point where my feet never warm, even under blankets, and my nail beds are permanently purple. Last time I had it checked (which was some time ago now) my blood pressure was at the lower end of average, and I often can't find my pulse in my wrists. My poor circulation is more quirky than annoying, because it's rarely painful or disruptive, but it can make finite motor skills or finding the urge to emerge from my bed somewhat tricky at times.
I tag: Well, whoever wants to do it, actually. But I'm particularly interested in the quirks oflupanotte, delicatetruth, justsurvive, lodessa, notsuchastrangr, circle_of_ashes, and chaos_current, should any of you feel like a meme.
kaimetso (some time ago...): my seven quirks meme. I'm sure I've done this before at some point, but hopefully these are new to some people and I can come up with a few that I haven't yet paraded all about the internet. Anyhow, the rules:A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".
1. I talk and hum and sing to myself quite often. You have to remember that I spent four years living in dorms and apartments alone, so I started it as a way to fill the emptiness—now I continue because it's habit. I give myself verbal instruction and reassurance, because sometimes hearing things aloud makes them easier to do. I hum random notes sometimes when I'm working, or often when I'm trying to calm the guinea pigs down—I would hum to them as pups, so it's their comfort sound. I sing to myself often because I have a song stuck in my head, usually Clementine or The Ants Go Marching On or something equally inane.
2. I bruise and scar ridiculously easily. It's a side effect of fat (on my thighs, which will bloom into a bruise if you look at it sideways), being clumsy (I drop and run into things a couple times a day), and having blindly pale skin. My bruises take forever to fade, and anything that breaks the skin may leave me with an indelible reminder, including the (not so memorable) events such as: the time I got cut by a retractable leash (ring and pinky fingers on my left hand), the bite from Dink (left middle finger) and Kuzco (left forearm), the time I skinned by knees running (left) and falling off a bike (right), when I got chicken pox as a kid (chest and stomach), every scab I've ever picked at (both hands), and a few years worth of self-harm (left arm, both thighs). It's like a skill, only naturally occurring, uncontrollable, and much less cool.
3. Speaking of skin, the other side effect of being incredibly pale (and a redhead) is that I have more birthmarks and moles and freckles than you can shake a stick at. I have so many that I have favorites, picked out from the masses: a crescent moon on my upper back, an equilateral trio of freckles on my knuckle, a single dark round birthmark on the top of my left foot, a single birthmark at the hairline on my right temple, a dark freckle on my upper lip, a golden mole just right of the middle of my chest, and my favorite of them all, a fairy kiss on my right hip. Hey, at least I haven't named them.
4. I interpret smells by color, and (written) words by sensation, and so I'm beginning to think I may be mildly synesthasic. I discovered my correlation between smell and color when I began to test more and more BPAL scents—I often use colors to describe the blends, and I match scent to color when choosing an outfit and an oil for the day. I've always interpreted letters and words through a combination of personality and sensation—"A" is sharp and violent but "a" is full and holds sound, words like cunt and pussy and twat all have different sensations entirely. Of course there are a thousand other examples, but those are the ones that have come up lately. Self-diagnoses always seems pretentious, but the more I describe how I interpret things, the more I wonder if maybe my wires are a little crossed. If so, I don't mind it—it helps me create more vivid descriptions, and gives language very rich texture.
5. I memorize my favorite films. This occurs naturally, because I watch my favorite films on repeat for days at a time (no exaggeration), but I also do it on purpose, but turning on subtitles (since I learn better by reading than hearing). Films I have memorized include: The Matrix (so well that I can tell the difference between the script and the recorded version by reading the paper script) and sequels, The Emperor's New Groove, The Princess Bride, Underworld and Underworld Evolution, all Pirates of the Caribbean, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Ever After, and every minute of The 10th Kingdom. As a result, watching any of the above films with me can be, at times, somewhat excruciating.
6. I hate clothing. To be quite specific, I hate pants, but if I can opt out of pant wearing then I figure I might just aim for naked. When I go out, I wear pants, when there are people over (generally regardless of who they are) I wear pjs, and when it's just Devon or no one but me I go pantsless or naked. I find clothing uncomfortable, if only because it restricts my range of motion when I'm stretching out and turning over in bed. As a result, I don't own much clothing, and I don't do much laundry (when you spend only an hour or two dressed out of each day, it takes a good while for clothing to get dirty). So just remember: when I leave you an LJ comment, I may very well be writing it naked.
7. I have bad circulation. My extremities are almost always cold, to the point where my feet never warm, even under blankets, and my nail beds are permanently purple. Last time I had it checked (which was some time ago now) my blood pressure was at the lower end of average, and I often can't find my pulse in my wrists. My poor circulation is more quirky than annoying, because it's rarely painful or disruptive, but it can make finite motor skills or finding the urge to emerge from my bed somewhat tricky at times.
I tag: Well, whoever wants to do it, actually. But I'm particularly interested in the quirks of
lupanotte, delicatetruth, justsurvive, lodessa, notsuchastrangr, circle_of_ashes, and chaos_current, should any of you feel like a meme.
