Five Things You Don't Know About Me
WonderTurtle, who rocks, tagged me last week.
It's taken me a while to think of five things ya'll don't know about me that are interesting enough to share yet not so interesting they should only be shared with one's therapist. It's an important balance to strike. . .
- I do not like U2 or Coldplay. I know, I know, they're both supposed to be totally awesome bands, but I will change the station every fucking time. My friends and I were once at a Carbon Leaf St. Patty's Day show where you could register to win a free trip to NYC to see U2. I filled out the form along with my super-excited friends but then snuck it into my purse instead of turning it in -- I was afraid I might win and I didn't want to have to go to that shit (sorry, girls).
- Despite the fact that I am a grown-ass woman, I worry constantly about getting in trouble. Not "getting in trouble" as a euphemism for getting pregnant, but getting in trouble as in "I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record." I cannot STAND for people to be unhappy with me, even if they're people I don't like or respect.
- I am absolutely terrified of people wearing masks. When I was about three my sister and I were out trick-or-treating with my dad. We were walking up the steps to a house just as some big kids turned away from the door. The big kids were wearing what even my dad describes today as very scary masks. I completely freaked out and would not stop screaming until my dad took me home. I still can't deal with a masked person -- even a little Mardi Gras mask is enough to make me start shaking and feeling nauseated. That's how scared I am of masks.
- I secretly adore Adam Sandler. He cracks me up. I've seen Happy Gilmore, Billy Madison, and Big Daddy more times than I should admit and am overly fond of reciting lines from each ("you eat pieces of shit for breakfast?!" for example). I've even seen and laughed at Adam Sandler's BAD movies -- think Water Boy and Mr. Deeds. And, god help me, I saw Mr. Deeds in the THEATER. Does it make it better or worse that one of my students let me in for free?
- I hate not being good at things. I quit ballet class when I was a little girl because I wasn't twirling after the first class. I then quit ballet class TWICE in college after I finally came to terms with the fact that I'm clumsy and couldn't twirl gracefully if my life depended on it. I quit sailing in my 20s even though I LOVE being on the water because I suck at the steering the boat part of sailing and I could never remember the proper sailing lingo (seriously, you have to say things like "jibe ho!"). I'm quite good at the trimming the sails part of sailing, and I'm sure I could have eventually kicked ass at both ballet and sailing, but I didn't really have the time to devote to either and if I can't do something well I'm simply not gonna to do it at all.
There you go. Now I think I'm supposed to tag some people, so if you haven't done this already consider yourself tagged. That would be pretty much everyone except Coaster Punchman, Lulu, and WonderTurtle. Get to work!
13 comments:
Yeah, I'm with you on sailing. There's too many terms for any one thing (A head sail is also a jib and a genoa - pick one!) They always gave me the dummy jobs when I used to race.
One of the great joys of getting older has been letting go of that perfection thing. I used to be exactly like you, to the point where it was debilitating. I wouldn't do something unless I could do it really well, but since I never did it, I never got good at it.
Now I do things that I am terrible at all the time. Yoga? I suck. I love it though.
If you want to were a freaking tutu and twirl around, go for it.
I saw Mr. Deeds in the Theater and paid to get in. Boy was I sorry.
P.S. I've linked to you on my blog...And I see you've linked to me! Thanks!!!
I am neither here nor there on Coldplay. I know some people hate them. And some people like them. I couldn't give a fuck.
U2 has its moments. And Bono has his heart in the right place usually.
It's quite possible that we are the same person. Except for the Adam Sandler thing. Even though I liked that 80s one.
And thank you. :)
RE: #2 - It's like you read my diary.
I don't own a single U2 album and I'm not gaga about them like most, although I don't really dislike them. I don't know the first thing about Coldplay and couldn't name one of their songs. So my point is you are in good company.
Well, I must say that I'm shocked by the admission of having not put in to go to U2. And after I took you to the Carbon Leaf show. Really.
But we're on the same page about the Adam Sandler thing. Don't forget that we also decided to dress up to go out to the movies that night. Why, you ask. I definitely don't remember.
Chris - I think it's maybe an elistism thing. Language is power.
Lu - Can one be a perfectionist AND a quitter?
Flannery - Thanks yourself!
Grant - I don't HATE either band, and I have nothing against Bono. I just don't particularly care for his songs. "Sunday Bloody Sunday" maybe.
WT - Possibly. . .
Big O - That's supposed to look cool?!
Vikki - I'm working on this one, actually.
Eileen - Oh come on. New York AND U2? You didn't really think I'd do that, did you? And I don't remember getting dressed up. Perhaps we were hoping Adam Sandler might be there? Were we going somewhere afterward? What the hell? Are you sure you're thinking of Mr. Deeds and not the prom?
I think that many quitters are closet prefectionists. If they can;t be perfect, they don't want to do it at all. Story of my life.
I thought Coldplay WAS U2 for a while when they were first getting airplay.
Thanks for the tag- I've been a lazy blogger lately so now I have an assignment.
Sad admission, but I think we dressed up just because we thought it would be funny to dress up (now "dress up" might be too generous a label . . . we probably just didn't wear tshirts).
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