So I’m self-tagging myself (I add that for some extra redundant redundancy 
) on a meme I stole from Plaid Earthworm. And here are the rules:
The rules (yes, because I’m still into redundancy)
1. Link to the person who tagged me.
2. Mention rules of tag.
3. Talk about six unspectacular personal quirks.
4. Tag six other bloggers.
I don’t know why it’s unspectacular quirks rather than spectacular quirks. I suppose because, for most people, they’re easier to find? Cuz they’re not freaks like me?
- I can dislocate any joint at will. And that, unfortunately, also means they dislocate all by themselves without any help from me whenever they feel like it. Which is usually at the most inopportune moments. And sometimes results in me falling over.
- I lose bookmarks all the time – not lose lose, but misplace – so I end up using business cards, receipts, random bits of paper to bookmark instead. Because the hubby, Fahim, hates dog-eared pages and would probably divorce me if I tried.
Before we were married, though, I hadn’t used a bookmark in well over a decade or two. Yeah, I know – I’m evil incarnate. - I read a lot. It doesn’t feel like a lot to me, but compared to others, it seems that it is. I average two books a week, and not those thin little books, but 600 or 1000 pagers. If they’re thin books, then I average more than that. Is this quirky, though? I mean, really, does it apply? *shrugs*
- I love spicy food. By spicy, I don’t mean the wussy North American version of spicy. The number of restaurants in Canada & the US where I asked for as-spicy-as-you-can-make-it-suicidally-hot and it tasted as mild as, well, Tabasco sauce (which, honestly, I could drink by the gallon without a problem). No, no, no… By spicy, I mean the real deal, the honest to goodness full-powered hotter-than-Sri-Lankans-or-Southern-Indians-can-handle-it hot. Sri Lankan food is, relative to the rest of the world, very spicy, and yet, I can eat spicier food than most Sri Lankans. Seriously. I think, though, this really qualifies as freak of nature more so than quirk.
- I have goldfish memory. Tell me anything and five seconds later, it’s gone. Makes for a happy marriage – no holding grudges for me.
- I have huge feet. Okay, so nowadays, 10 is not that big a deal. If you’re in, oh, a big city in the US. Growing up in rural Alberta, I wore mostly men’s shoes cuz that was all we could find that would fit. Now that I’m living in petite-Asian-land, I’m again wearing men’s shoes cuz that’s all we can find that will fit. You don’t even want to hear about the bra problems…
- (Edited to add this one because, well, I just had to. ) Twisted phone cords, mouse cords, and the like drive me nuts. Happily, we have cordless phones, so that’s one less thing to make me twitch. But the hubby, Fahim, sits beside me on the couch, which is where we work with our computers all day. I use my notebook touchpad, so no mouse cord. He uses a mouse. And the cord is constantly getting twisted. And I’m constantly untwisting it. And he laughs at me. *twitch*
So, there ya go. Quirks or freak of nature? What’s your vote?
And since I completely suck at the tagging thing, consider yourself tagged if you want to and post back with a permalink to your entry when you’re done. I’m looking forward to reading about your quirks.
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