This is a frightening thing for me–admitting my abnormalities. Frightening, because there’s a lot of psychoanalytical ground to plow. Right now, I’m cursing at my keyboard. The keyboard’s in no way responsible for my lack of typing skills. If anyone thinks I’m giving away all my secrets–they’re crazier than I am. Limiting peculiarities to approximately six, I can handle.
I’m uncomfortable around people who reveal too much about themselves. I’ve had to overcome shyness over the years. My fantasy life has always been more interesting than my real one. It’s a kind of “Walter Mittyish” thing. I’m turned off by loud, obnoxious people. As I child, I was an instigator–nowhere to be found when the spit hit the fan. I used ”plausible deniability,” long before the term was popularized. Still waters ran deep. As an adult, I could be seen as quiet, hard to get to know, some would say I’m anti-social. For those willing to get acquainted, I’m worth the effort.
I have an aversion to taking pictures of people–prefer animals and landscapes. It’s the same with my drawings: I can draw a cartoon with insect characters to the finest detail, but not human characters. I like my two pet dogs better than I like most people. Sometimes I exhibit obsessive-compulsive behavior. I recheck lights and doors. I’m never completely satisfied with blog entries–rewrite, correct, over-and-over. I write and eat left-handed, but do everything else right-handed. I’m ambidextrous. I eat salad after a meal, not before–in lieu of dessert. Even as a skinny kid, I could never get a hula hoop to work.
A favorite pastime is watching “B” science fiction movies from the fifties–like “Plan 9 From Outer Space.” The cheesier the special effects, the better. My very favorite cartoon series of all time is “Rocky and Bullwinkle.” I liked it because it was written on different levels. It also had some of the best political and social satire ever written. I also enjoyed watching “Pinkie and the Brain” with my grandchildren.
I’m a lifetime student of human behavior–an endless source of story material. I look for oddities and absurdities–anything and everything is fair game. Maybe my abnormalities won’t be abnormal enough? No matter, I’ve lived with them for sixty-four years. We’ve become friends.
wow…. you sure we aren’t related? I was able to relate to almost all of it… and I’m okay with that! You admit what most will not… even though most ‘suffer’ the same things. Be you, because you are authentic!
I am a “checker” too! You can’t imagine how many times I go back inside the house to check things when leaving for a trip; drives my husband crazy!