Ten things that make me weird.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A brief and incomplete list of things about me that have gotten me called weird:

  1. I hate telephones. I hate talking on them, I hate listening to them ring. I go nuts on those days when, for some reason, everyone in the world feels like they need to call you and the phone rings all day long.

  2. I am not interested in sports. Any sports. At all. There’s no appeal there whatsoever.

  3. I don’t like beer, or much alcohol, for that matter. It’s not that I have any kind of moral stance against it, I just can’t stand the taste, and don’t think I should just keep drinking it until I acquire the taste. I’m not interested. However, beyond the taste issue, I don’t like being around people who are drinking, because usually they’re trying extra hard to be entertaining and end up just being annoying.

  4. The existence of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears doesn’t bother me in the least. I don’t own any of their CDs, I don’t find them super sexy, but apparently I’m supposed to be filled with moral or artistic outrage at them, which I’m not.

  5. I’m not fond of parties.

  6. I don’t like having my birthday celebrated. I won’t curse at anyone wishing me a happy birthday, but if they say nothing, that doesn’t bother me either. I appreciate presents but no one is under any obligation to give them to me. And, because of items (1), (3), and (5), I don’t want celebratory phone calls, or to go out for drinks, or a party on my birthday, and I certainly don’t want to be called weird or (strangely) “selfish” because I don’t want these things.

  7. I like math. I think it’s interesting and fun.

  8. When I’m not hungry, I don’t care about food. Asking me where I want to go eat on Saturday is pointless if it’s not Saturday. Asking me if I want pickle relish in the tuna salad I’ll eat three hours from now is also pointless. If I’m not hungry, I couldn’t care less. I don’t think about food at all until it’s time to eat. But if you have a preference for a restaurant on Saturday or the existance of pickle relish int he tuna salad, by all means go for it, because I honestly don’t care now and probably won’t care about it then either, since eating isn’t a huge deal to me.

  9. Apparently I’m a huge weirdo because I won’t go see crappy movies.

  10. I don’t care about my hair and refuse to spend any more time on it a day than what it takes to wash it and sort of comb it. I’m not going to put gel in it, or style it, or cut it a certain way that requires any kind of upkeep. If I could shave it all off and have it not gorw back, I’d do so. I don’t care about it, it doesn’t look good no matter what I do, life is too short to mess with your hair too much, and I never look at it anyway.

Wow. Ten things that, at some point or other, have gotten me deemed weird, and I didn’t even go for the biggies like the fact that I collect Star Wars figures or play D&D (that one got me called weird by a guy who’s in a fantasy football league) or the fact that I don’t have enough crap running in my taskbar (someone who saw a screenshot of my desktop commented on that, and called me weird for not running (or even having installed) any anti-virus software).

What makes you weird?

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I too hate telephones. I have a phone line for the internet, not because I actually want to talk to anyone.

I like anime and write anime fanfic.

I like classical music (Henryk Gorecki’s music is stunning). Apparently that’s just strange in someone under 50 or something.

I live in Victoria yet follow rugby league (and support the Adelaide Crows when it comes to AFL). That alone has marked me as a super-freakazoid in this town :rolleyes:

While I do enjoy a drink, I’m not a fan of crowded pubs with loud music.

I can and do read actual books for fun.

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Damn, Legomancer, that was a brief and incomplete list? I’m glad you didn’t type up the unabridged version! :smiley:

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  1. I always eat cereal without milk. The exception is muesli, which I’ll add a little bit of water to.

  2. I suck my pillow. Well, I don’t suck it, but I’ll spray my pillow with perfume, then purse my lips and try to ‘eat’ the scent.

  3. I will wear shoes that I can’t walk in for more than 5 minutes simply because they match my outfit.

  4. I think Pamela Anderson is kinda cute looking.

  5. I think the cheap store-brand cola tastes better than real Coke.

  6. I really, really, really like salt on my chips. The people at the fish and chips store think I’m a freak - the second time I went there, the person serving me suddenly went “Oh! You’re the girl who likes heaps of salt on her chips!” But I’d never seen them before - word had actually gotten out about me! :eek:

  7. I like to eat preserved prunes.

  8. I don’t like to wear jackets, even when I’m cold.

  9. I think receding hairlines are sexy - too bad it’s not very common in teenage guys.

  10. I don’t really like chocolate that much.

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I totally dig prematurely balding boys, too.

I also hate milk in my cereal.

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I think people who wear their weirdness like a badge of honor, and will go to great lengths to prove said weirdness to other people, are weird, even though the things they believe make them weird, don’t.

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Ooh fair enough. I should have made the title “Ten things that allegedly make me weird.” My purpose wasn’t to say “Oh, look at what a freaky person I am!” but instead to say, “These are things about me that others have deemed weird, and I just don’t think they are.” It wasn’t intended to be a celebration of weirdness. Sorry if that wan’t clear.

While I don’t apologize to anyone for my geekier nature, I also don’t go around wearing a Star Trek uniform to jury duty, either.

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Actually, I was just trying to be clever, i.e. that the things in your list don’t make you weird, but the fact that you wanted to list them does. Kind of a reverse Catch-22, if you will. My deepest apologies to Joseph Heller.

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Now, there’s an idea for the next time I get summoned.

I’ve long since stopped enumerating the things that make people call me weird (though the majority of your list fits, Lego–especially phone-hatred). I have no problem with being called weird. If it’s said in a pejorative tone, it just tags boring, conformist people for me to avoid–how convenient, and how kind of them to label themselves.