We're all a tiny bit weird, aren't we?! Come on, hands up if you have done something recently which comes under the 'weird' category.
Life is full of bizarre moments, well I think so. And I think the below meme proves it. I stumbled across this while blog hopping the other day. It's from one of my favourite blogs: http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com/ and it's titled 'more weird things about me'
Knowing that I have tendencies to be weird and do weird things, I thought I'd have a go at this meme.
1. I have an Aled Jones phobia. For anyone who isn't familiar with the name Aled Jones, let me explain he's a Welsh singer. He's probably a very nice chap, and some people might even say his voice is a joy to listen to. But I'm afraid ever since I heard him sing 'We're walking in the air' his voice has made me shudder. Every time I heard these words on the television or on the radio, my hands would cover my ears and I would have to flee the room. He had that affect on me.
Much to my relief, he disappeared for a few years. And then, much to my horror and dismay, he made a come back. I turned on the television one day and Songs of Praise was on the screen. "It can't be!" I said to myself. "It's him!" And there he was. A few years had passed but I could never forgot that face and that voice.
He's come back to haunt me.
2. I have been driving for seventeen years but I still have problems with parking. Anyone else struggle with this?! It's fine if it's a very large space down an empty road, but once I realise I have to maneuver my car into a tricky space, I panic. Too many times friends have noticed this panic in my eyes and asked if I would like them to park my car. "Yes please," I have often said.
3. I am terribly clumsy. In fact, I know I shouldn't say this and tempt fate, but very soon I'm probably due for another trip/bump/fall. My last major fall was onto a table of drinks on my last birthday night out, what a mess I made.
Somehow I manage to fall down stairs, fall up stairs, bump into tables and trip over thin air. I bruise so easily too. I'm often examining myself and my bruises, sometimes I can't even remember where the bruises came from. But they're there, to remind me how clumsy I am.
4. I have certain ways of eating certain foods. Now please tell me other people do this?! For example, a chocolate biscuit can never be just bitten into. Oh no, it has to be delicately nibbled around the edges, as if I were a mouse nibbling cheese. I turn the biscuit around and around and keep nibbling until there is nothing left to nibble.
Kit Kats must have the chocolate bitten off around the edges, and then the middle piece of chocolate sucked off, until I am left with the wafer to crunch. Do you get the picture? I could go on, but I'll leave it there.
5. Do not, under any circumstance, compare me to that horrid man in 'Sleeping with the enemy', for the benefit of those who haven't seen the film - he really is weird. But (sometimes) I have thought of this film when I've been straightening things. Particularly in cupboards. I'm not so bad now because I live with my parents again, I'm better at eating the contents of their cupboards, rather than straightening the contents.
At my previous home (flat) the soup tins had to all stand together, straight, with labels facing the correct way. And the same rule applied to the spaghetti tins and baked bean tins, etc. Whoa betide anyone who messed my tins up!
These days certain things on my desk in the office, or in my bedroom, have to be straight, otherwise I can not possibly concentrate.
6. Unusual songs often pop into my head and I will have no idea why or how. I can suddenly erupt into "Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns." Or "Oh I do like to be beside the seaside, oh I do like to be beside the sea."
See what I mean? The happier I am the more I will sing and the stranger the songs will become.
You should count your lucky stars that you don't sit next to me in the office.
7. I've watched so many horror films that I think I have slightly warped my mind. I've spent many a Saturday evening or a school holiday sitting in the dark, with my best friend at the time, munching our way through bowls of various chocolate and watching a scary movie. They didn't seem to affect us at the time, we would laugh at them rather than let them get the better of us. Then gradually I found myself jumping at shadows and running up stairs, thinking an invisible monster was chasing me. I had what you would call 'an over active imagination.' I don't think all the Stephen King books have helped either.
I still watch the odd horror film, but nothing on the scale of my younger days. I will happily watch a romantic comedy, just to prove I can, and to keep those monsters away.
I think that's enough for now. I don't want to frighten away any readers that I still have left!
Anyone else fancy making a list regarding their own 'strange but true' ways?
Picture of the day:
The toy soldier.