I don’t have to convince anyone about my being weird. My wicked sisters are totally convinced that their Ate is one of the weirdest persons on the planet. Read on to know why they thought so.
Lest I forget, this is in response to SexyMom’s tag (also known as a meme): write 6 weird things about yourself.
- I’ve never had my ears pierced.
Mom didn’t have my ears pierced when I was little. Then I decided for myself that I’ll never have my ears pierced…ever. I think it goes against what I consider to be natural. To “mangle” my earlobe just in order to put a piece of metal there, for purely aesthetic reasons…well, I don’t get it. And I’ll never get it. If you ever saw me on occasions wearing earrings, trust me, they’re clip-ons.
- I was a female magnet for attracting weirdos.
I attracted a whole bunch of them. But I won’t go into the
sordidboring details.To those who tried courting me and might be reading this blog – yep, I definitely thought you guys were weirdos. And one of you was a wacko who actually thought I was in love with him, heh. In your dreams!
- I’ve developed an acute perception of smell.
I think this came about because of certain circumstances in my life, and I do think that pregnancy had something to do with it. They say that women develop a heightened sense of smell during their pregnancies. It was true for my case. But it seems that it has never left me, because until now I can still pick up scents like a rabid dog. Sometimes it works to my disadvantage, because I’d smell funny things that aren’t even smelled by other people. One time, I entered one of our lab rooms and smelled something funny. I immediately called one of our members to check it out – and although he claimed to have smelled it the moment he entered the room, a few minutes later he wasn’t so sure anymore. I ended up feeling like the
boygirl who cried wolf. I opened the room and let it aerate to eliminate the smell.
- I don’t have the tolerance for wearing heels and other ladies’ shoes.
I’m a sneakers person. I’ve had excruciating experiences wearing heels, which I am forced to wear during formal events like conferences. Those are death shoes for me. Two of my toes “died” when I was forced to wear them for more than 12 hours straight. Let’s not even talk about the blisters on my heels! I’ve come to the conclusion that I have Shrek feet, and no amount of squeezing will ever make my feet conform to those shoes. Nowadays, whenever I go to conferences, I bring my shoes with me. As soon as my presentation is over, within the soonest possible time, I switch back to my good ol’ sneakers. Never mind if I was wearing a suit!
- I still keep my two premolars which were removed when I had braces.
I think of them as my “sacrificial lambs.” I had to lose them in order to gain my wonderfully sweet, orthodontically corrected smile. They remind me that sometimes, we have to lose in order to gain. It’s a wonderful lesson in life. Anybody wants to see the premolars? They’re still wrapped in gauze. The original gauze.
- I’ve never had a girl buddy. Don’t ask me why, but all of my close buddies were male. I don’t want to over-psychoanalyze myself on this one. I’m just stating a fact.
I had a close buddy in college – we did a lot of things together. We jogged around the academic oval at UPD, we ate at Rodic’s, watched movies at SM City, spent long hours discussing religion, politics, teaching, students, quantum mechanics, relationships, life in general. We spent hours at the library studying together.
His name is Baggy. I later married him.
I hope you had fun reading. I’m tagging the following people:
Karmi – the new kid on the block, now blogging from Chile. I’m touched that she has been inspired to blog.
Dimaks – fellow Tsukuburg resident and TsukubaDai student.
Bill Mitsuru – one of the finest writers in my blogroll. So let’s see how “crooked” you are.