I had an unmedicated birth not in the hospital, breastfed my daughter till she was four, and spend a lot more money to buy ethically raised meat. However, the earthy-crunchy set also think I’m crazy because I think vaccines are great and don’t believe in homeopathy/cranio-sacral therapy/veganism/etc.
I let the above-mentioned four year old choose her own outfits most of the time. Yes, even on school days.
I’m altogether too enamored of fancy loose teas, and have opinions on them like unto oenophiles’ descriptions of fine wine.
I forgot to mention a big one that probably puts the stamp as certified crazy:
I am scared to death of the number 9. I will not live in a house/apt where the numbers add up to 9 and I once made the phone company change my number because it added up to 9. I do not like the number 9, never have and never will. The reaction is like a christian responding to an upside down crucifix. (Well, it IS an upside down 6 for goodness sakes!)
Other than that I am a perfectly functional creature.
I lie awake at night worrying about knitting. Worrying. About. KNITTING. Like right now? I made knitty.com’s “fetching” mitts and the thumb didn’t work out the way it said it would and it’s just ruining my day.
Any time someone or something has a weird name, I mentally give it the middle name Marvin. As in Cthulu Marvin.
WHOA Please start a thread about this. I saw a woman chasing what I would guess was her five year old son with a boobie hanging out trying to force him to have his “nummies” (I quite literally want to kill myself for saying that word) at a public park recently. I thought my brain was going to explode. I’d like to hear the other side of the story on this issue. I think it’ll be easier on my already fragile mental state when I don’t have to look you in the nipples.
In another ‘‘Who’s the weirdest Doper?’’ thread that started up right around my join date, someone confessed to having a strong aversion to ‘‘pointy’’ numbers. It tickled me to death. But you know, maybe you two should hook up.
Or… not. You’d be pretty much stuck with 3, 6, and 8. Good luck with that.
I eat apple sauce with chopsticks. Metal chopsticks. Heck, add salisbury steak, salad, and canned chili to that list. Not all at the same time, though. I may be crazy but I’m not insane.
How could I forget the elephant in the room? Until recently, I took all the soap, little shampoos, and coffee from hotel rooms. I’d complain if I didn’t get 'em. I never used them nor do I drink coffee. But, dammit, I had to have them. At the end of the year, I’d have a Hefty bag (bin bag) full of them. One country’s hotels gives out toothbrushes and razors. I backslid so now I never have to buy another toothbrush for the rest of my life!
Singing to myself in public. I don’t have an iPod nor other portable music device so I just sing to myself, not all the time but enough to get the “crazy” look from people.
I am fairly aggressive and have little fear for most things. Dying? No problem. I’m pregnant and am not scared about it at all. Travel alone? Whatever. I rode my bike from California to Colorado. I went to live in Germany without actually knowing any German. I have walked across private old rusty wire suspension bridges without batting an eye. I drove my car through a river that came up almost to the window of my car door. I laugh openly at people (“Nice clown pants!” “HA-ha!”) and confront people who try to cut in line. I use the men’s room when the women’s room has a line going out the door. I was the oldest woman to jump off the falls when I went to Hawaii this summer. Many of my friends act like this makes me some kind of freak. Personally I perceive a lot of people as extremely passive. I’m just not wired that way. I don’t go out and start fights but I certainly am not the type to back down from one either. I have to make an effort to not openly confront people for my husband’s sake.
