As it’s a lazy Friday night, one when I’m feeling a bit grumpy I must admit, it’s a good time for a frivolous post. BettyBetty has tagged me for the “seven random things” meme, otherwise known as the “seven weird things” meme, although I prefer the word “random,” as I’m not sure I can think of seven things that are weird about me. Or maybe I should say, I’m not sure I can think of seven weird things I’m willing to share. I’ve done this kind of list before (see here for example), so I’ll try not to repeat myself.
- I have had and still have, although to a lesser degree, an intense fear of being upside down. Gym classes where we did tumbling were absolute nightmares. I couldn’t do a somersault, much less a cartwheel, much less anything more complicated than that. I lied to my gym teacher on those days, pretending to have injured myself or pretending that I was sick. Looking back on it, I wonder what she would have done if I’d told her how petrified I was. She might have understood, but I’m not entirely sure. And there was no way I was going to risk it.
- I didn’t learn how to whistle until I was in college, and even then I didn’t learn very well. I can whistle one note, maybe two if I work really hard.
- I’ve known so many English-major types who are terrible at math, but I’ve always loved it. In fact, I always did better in my math classes in High School than I did in my English classes. One of these years I might take a math class at my college, just for the fun of it.
- Although I’m not exactly the bungee-jumping, parachuting type, I can be a bit reckless. I’ll walk by myself down city streets at night when I know my female friends wouldn’t. I’ll go hiking by myself and not tell anybody where I am. I’ll take a walk with wet hair when it’s 10 degrees out. I’m just not very cautious. This is something I learned from my mother, who is much the same way.
- I have a high tolerance for dirt and clutter. My housekeeping standards are execrable. Were I to hire a house cleaner, I would need to clean up the house before that person came over. This I also learned from my mother. Her high tolerance for dirt and clutter used to drive me crazy when I was young, but now I understand completely. There are so many better things to do than clean house.
- I eat hardly any vegetables at all. In this respect I haven’t yet grown up; I eat exactly what I want when I want with little thought for nutrition. I do think about my weight, but this doesn’t actually influence my eating choices very often. I tell myself I’m going on a ride later, and that will burn off the calories from the bag of chips or the cookie or whatever.
- I fantasize about spending the summer backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. I’d like to see if I could last a entire summer, or if I’d get sick of it and want to come home after a week or two. I’m pretty sure I could make it though. I’d spend the time climbing mountains and swimming in ponds and visiting small towns. I think it would be lovely.
If you haven’t done this yet, give it a try!