"Six weird things about me" meme

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Six weird things about me from sparklebutch (that's what you get for going to read your friends journal in good faith - tagged, I mean), and because I also got tagged by dodger_winslow :

You start with "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write about their 6 weird habits/things as well as include these instructions. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Let me tell you, it wasn't easy, 'cause weirdness is just in the mind of the beholder. I just hope I found things that'd be considered more universally weird, opposed to things that are just weird by the standards of one group of people or another *grins*.

• I like milk vegetable soup – the kind where you make soup with fresh carrots and peas and potatoes and cabbage, and then add milk before bringing it to boil the last time.
• I cannot hit the tune while singing, though I can hear when I (or someone else) is singing off-key.
• Since something that happened when I was 18, I kind of lost my ability to cry in frustrating situations - on the other hand, I cry almost always when listening to beautiful music (opera is guaranteed to make me cry). And I miss the ability to cry the hurt out, so I tend to use music, or movies, or literature to help me do that, when I feel the need.
• I tend to read, write and think (and also talk, sometimes) in a language that is not native to me, at least as much, or sometimes even more than in my native language, though I do not have a spouse or a parent who’d be a speaker of that other language (English), nor really any pressing need to communicate in English other than that I like it.
• I tend to get weird flashes of information sometimes, usually of a situation defined by sensory factors – light slanting just so, someone standing just there, saying just that sentence – and some time in the future, I find myself in the exact same situation. Those glimpses are never long nor particularly informative, only moments torn out of the picture. I hate them, actually. Probably because they scare me :)
• I usually have interesting, vivid dreams when I’m not too tired. That was even more true when I was a child, and at that time I was genuinely afraid of getting lost in a dream and not finding my way back. But I was also curious and very much loved the fact that I could dream. So, every night before going to sleep, I used to imagine a long thin chain from my ankle to the leg of my bed that would keep me anchored and help me to get back.

Because I'm lazy, and sleepy, and not at all innovative tonight, I'll go by the default route and say: you, reading this, consider yourself tagged. Yes, I mean you.

Comments

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

Ha! You've been double tagged cause I just tagged you, too. No tag backs. :D

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Yes, I just noticed...good that I wasn't planning to wriggle out, then :)

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

You're a stand up kind of gal. :D I actually felt kind of bad about it when I went over and checked my friends page and saw that Sparklebutch lured you in with that "if you read this consider yourself tagged" thing, too. But hey, since I mentioned you in specific, by name, I think its fair that you have to do double duty. I, on the other hand, am considering it like chicken pox, so unless someone names me by name now, I figure I'm immune to anybody trying to infect me just cause I gave their post a peek. LOL

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

I kind of lost my ability to cry in frustrating situations - on the other hand, I cry almost always when listening to beautiful music(opera is guaranteed to make me cry).

My friends all make fun of me because you can beat me with a stick and I won't cry, but I frakkin commercials make me tear up all the time. I'm glad to know someone else is weird with me on this.

I tend to read, write and think (and also talk, sometimes) in a language that is not native to me, at least as much, or sometimes even more than in my native language, though I do not have a spouse or a parent who’d be a speaker of that other language (English), nor really any pressing need to communicate in English other than that I like it.

Okay, this begs to ask: What's your native language? Feel free to ignore the question or lie (I always say "chicken!" when I'm lying to avoid answering a question I don't want to answer) if that's none of my frakkin business.

Those glimpses are never long nor particularly informative, only moments torn out of the picture. I hate them, actually.

Don't hate them, embrace them. Someone very wise once told me, view it like you're getting a glimpse behind the curtain at the reality of the great and powerful Oz. Or you could just look at it like another Mr. Smith has entered the Matrix. ;)

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Okay, this begs to ask: What's your native language? Estonian

like another Mr. Smith has entered the Matrix. ;) That's what I'm afraid of *g* Embrace the fucking things...well, maybe. As long as they won't ever tell me anything that actually matters. Precognition or predestination I'm not happy about *g*

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

Estonian, eh? Very cool. I don't think I've ever known anyone from Estonia, or who spoke Estonian. So were you raised bilingual or did you learn English later? I had a friend from Portugal who told me once he thought and dreamed in Portuguese, then had to translate everything to English. That sounded like a hell of a lot of work to me.

I don't believe in precognition or pre-destination, but I do believe in patterns to the chaos that, unless willfully disrupted, can and will lead to relative inevitabilities. But that could just be me. ;)

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So were you raised bilingual or did you learn English later?
I went to an english-biased school where we began with the english in the 1st grade and worked up to more than 10 hours of english language and other subjects in english a week by the gymnasium years. I missed it when I went to the Uni, so I began reading more and more in english...also, a phrase like *cheap english paperbacks* is synonymous with hteavenly bliss for a devouring reader like me :)

but I do believe in patterns to the chaos that, unless willfully disrupted, can and will lead to relative inevitabilities that's a nice concept, I can go with that :)

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

I usually have interesting, vivid dreams when I’m not too tired. That was even more true when I was a child, and at that time I was genuinely afraid of getting lost in a dream and not finding my way back. But I was also curious and very much loved the fact that I could dream. So, every night before going to sleep, I used to imagine a long thin chain from my ankle to the leg of my bed that would keep me anchored and help me to get back.

Ooops. Hit post before I meant to. This is a beautiful and poignant image and state of mind. Getting lost in a dream ... what a cool fear to have, if you've gotta have a fear.

I used to dream a lot of being able to fly when I was a kid. I'd be running from something really intensely not nice and the air would get all thick and pretty soon, I'd be swimming through it just like it was water, and that would lift me into the air to fly, fly, fly. Never was quite sure if that's why I became a swimmer, or if I dreamed that way because I was a swimmer. But either way, it's the only good dream I ever remember having.

I'm more a flip side of the coin gal myself. I've been having the kind of nightmares that make Sam look like a rank amature since I almost before I could talk. My pops used to tell me I woke up shrieking in the middle of the night just to see him run. Yeah, THAT was the reason. *sheesh*

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Oh, there are nightmares among the dreams, sure. They're nice and coloured and vivid too...I've been beheaded on a block in my sweet dreams (accompanied by assorted sensory input, like the soundtrack, and the smell of blood, shit and sweat, culminating with the the impact of the axe), and been repeatedly chased by interesting things like walking sceletons (that was a childhood favourite) or crawled along in the dark amongst poisonous snakes with my tongue cut out...but they're interesting, too, and since I figured out that the best way of dealing with them is to view them as my own personal horror movies, I kind of like them. Even when they feature me desperately running along the clinic corridors searching for something and knowing that somewhere's my patient needing that something:)
I used to dream more when I was younger, and I miss it :) Even the nightmares are welcome, to a certain extent.

[dodger-winslow.livejournal.com]

I would love to have some dreams scattered amongst the nightmares, but that doesn't seem to be the way it works inside my skull. I've never had a nightmare of the sort you have though. The way you describe them, I can see where you'd find them interesting, and even fun to a degree. My nightmares are of a different animal, and fun is never a word I would use to describe them.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

*hug*

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*hugs back* Thanks for the cookie :)