Okay, so this is a meme from an old post that my friend Samantha posted, whom I still follow through her blog, and her life, and her person because I love her. I thought that it’s been a few years, and I’ll give it a shot. Although, I won’t be tagging anyone, mainly because I don’t really know anyone else who blogs except for me and Samantha.
The Rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
1. I eat chicken in the strangest way. I’m not joking. If I eat chicken, the bone will be clean. Nothing will be on it. I eat the shit out of that grissel.
2. If you take me anywhere like a zoo, a museum, or an aquarium (especially an aquarium), I will either exclaim the random exhibit we just so happen to be passing, or bring up a random fact about them, or both. For instance, I went to the Baltimore Aquarium this weekend, and they have a nice shark exhibit (which I’ve already explained my love for marine life), and they had a bull shark. So I pulled and tugged on my man’s sleeve, exclaiming “Bull shark. Bull shark! BULL SHARK!” and then when we approached the glass for a closer look, out of nowhere, I decide to let him know that the bull shark has the highest testerone level of any other animal on this planet. He tells me it was a good story, and we proceeded along with our day.
3. I have a love/hate relationship with winter. I hate the cold. I hate the dryness. I hate shivering. I hate ice. I hate the cold. I know I already said that, but I hate it so much it needs to be said twice. BUT. I love Christmas. I get excited about Christmas coming in September. I love New Years. I love snow. And I love the way D.C. looks during the winter time at night. With the lights lit up, and all the trees have little christmas decorations on them, and then of course, the ginormous tree they light every year stands out so intensly. I love it.
4. Although I liked, and still do like living in a city, I also have a high regard and love for nature. I have a hard time deciding if I ever want to live in a city like London again, or just go off and find a little cottage in Ireland away from it all.
5. I have a serious problem with people touching my nose. I don’t know why, I don’t know what it is, but I honestly cannot stand it when people touch my nose. I pull my head away from any finger coming near it, like it was a fly in the face. Or I swat it away, like a fly in the face.
6. I have a phobia. Like, a legit phobia. It’s not me over-reacting, although everyone else thinks so, I’m not over thinking it, and I have every reason to be scared of wasps. I hate them. I hate them so much. I am terrified of them. You will never see me run faster than you will see me running away from a wasp. And it’s not just wasps. It’s bees, too. And hornets. Anything in relation, or any kind of variation of those three species, I freak out. I literally freak out. I am being constantly ridiculed for it. People tell me to just stand still, and they will go away. That is not fucking true. That is not fucking true, at all. They stay, and they linger, and they plan. They will eat my face. I hate them.
And yet, I don’t want them to be killed when they are around me. I feel bad for them when someone tries to swat at them with a newspaper. I don’t want them dead. I just want them the fuck away from me.
