I talk to myself. I have to drink instant coffee...not brewed...very hot or I do not like it. Hot foods have to be eaten steaming hot.
Your One Goofy Thing.
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I don't know if this is goofy or quirky or weird or not. I'm sorta opposite of that.
If I like food hot, then I like it cold. Burritos. Grilled salmon. Pasta. Coffee. Pizza. Soup. Mashed potatoes. Room temperature or out of the fridge. As long as grease in it hasn't noticeably congealed (like can happen with soup), it tastes just fine.
Over the past few years I've become sort of an introvert. A little antisocial, I guess. If it weren't for my kid and the handful of family I have left, I could spend months by myself, locked in isolation, with just the books, my art, and my writing. I don't get lonely, don't desire the company of others. Use to frequent a pub and gab with the regulars, but it closed. Use to chase the ladies, but I think I've grown out of that. Just too much work, too much distraction.
I like talking to all you awesome, intelligent cats, sure...but this is too close to writing to feel really 'social'. Maybe if there were more literate folks like you guys where I live, maybe I'd get out more. But I doubt it.
Might sound a little depressing, but it's not. I'm actually in a 'good place', mentally. I spent my youth running around crazy, living it up, with all sorts of nut jobs and lunatics; now I avoid all that crazy junk. I'm completely focused on my writing (like I should have been when I was a young punk).
Oh, and I like it when my Life cereal gets soggy.
I like talking to all you awesome, intelligent cats, sure...but this is too close to writing to feel really 'social'. Maybe if there were more literate folks like you guys where I live, maybe I'd get out more. But I doubt it.
Might sound a little depressing, but it's not. I'm actually in a 'good place', mentally. I spent my youth running around crazy, living it up, with all sorts of nut jobs and lunatics; now I avoid all that crazy junk. I'm completely focused on my writing (like I should have been when I was a young punk).
Oh, and I like it when my Life cereal gets soggy.
Thought this was funny when I got gas yesterday since several of you have to have your money amount ending in a certain number, or top off your tank to end in double zero. I got gas and the pump clicked off right here:
People at the gas station thought I was super goofy taking a picture of the gas pump, but I had to for my SK friends!
People at the gas station thought I was super goofy taking a picture of the gas pump, but I had to for my SK friends!
See, doesn't that just look right?
Yeah!
I ain't never in a hurry to get nowheres, walkin', nor drivin', little ol' ladies blow their horn at me and flip me off as they pass me, f you grandma you shoulda left earlier, is what I say
I was thinking that I don't have any goofy things and then I had to be in an elevator today and remembered: must wear sunglasses in elevators, cannot make eye contact or small talk with strangers in close quarters. Freaks me out a bit. So I keep the shades on. Also, I'm terrified of escalators. I'll ride them but it takes me a while, I have to back up a few times. I'm convinced my shoes/laces/toes/pants are going to get caught in the grate at the bottom. I'll take the stairs anytime over the elevator or escalator. That's 2 goofy things! I have 2!
Chinese mother killed riding escalator - CNN.comI was thinking that I don't have any goofy things and then I had to be in an elevator today and remembered: must wear sunglasses in elevators, cannot make eye contact or small talk with strangers in close quarters. Freaks me out a bit. So I keep the shades on. Also, I'm terrified of escalators. I'll ride them but it takes me a while, I have to back up a few times. I'm convinced my shoes/laces/toes/pants are going to get caught in the grate at the bottom. I'll take the stairs anytime over the elevator or escalator. That's 2 goofy things! I have 2!
I can't stand the smell of cigarettes .. and I smoke. I smoke in two rooms of my house only (but mostly outside).. my bedroom and bathroom. but the windows have to be open with a box fan in the window blowing 'out'. And ashtrays have to be cleaned immediately. Don't know if this is goofy or weird.
oh.. and I also talk to myself.. but I usually just talk in my head..... and then I will wonder if I said anything 'out loud' or if it was all in my head...??? especially when my husband or kids will say " did you say something? " that really freaks me out.
I don't mind slow walking. I mind aimless walking. If you stay in the slow lane and I can pass you, that's great.
I'm a fast walker for no other reason than to fulfill my compulsion for efficiency. When you visit this town and we're hiking around, I can leash it back. I promise.
I'd say goofy-weird.
I have noticed that the older that I get, I dream in music background. This is like some goofy mood music.
See there? Terrifying monsters. Horrible stories. I'm never riding one again. I knew it could happen.
Oh god, I have a ton of goofy things:
1.) I can't burp. There's something weird about my throat or something, but I have never burped. And I only get hiccups like once every 10 years or so.
2.) I have to take apart sandwiches or burgers and eat them in layers. With burgers, it's always the bottom bun, then the top bun, and then the meat and stuff. I've actually had waitresses say to me "what the hell are you doing?!"
3.) I love eating things cold. Campbell's Split Pea Soup right out of the can is one of my favorite foods. Same with Ravioli, Spam, and corn.
1.) I can't burp. There's something weird about my throat or something, but I have never burped. And I only get hiccups like once every 10 years or so.
2.) I have to take apart sandwiches or burgers and eat them in layers. With burgers, it's always the bottom bun, then the top bun, and then the meat and stuff. I've actually had waitresses say to me "what the hell are you doing?!"
3.) I love eating things cold. Campbell's Split Pea Soup right out of the can is one of my favorite foods. Same with Ravioli, Spam, and corn.
You get it!
I'm an unintentional fast walker. All my years of hiking lent me this stride that could put joggers to shame, and I covered ground in no time. But I didn't feel like I was in a hurry. I was just having fun and digging the day. Listening to nature, thinking me thinks, and loving the fact that I was ten miles away from home. It wasn't until other people tried to keep up with me that I realized how fast I actually was. Even my husband can't keep up, and he's 6'1"!
Driving, though, I turn into a snail. There is nothing I like better than tootling down some back road and actually enjoying the scenery. All these people in such a huge rush, I don't get it. They're missing so much! On the freeway, ok, I get it. I don't get their desire for a twenty mile an hour over the speed limit ticket, but I get that they want to go fast. But on a back road? Come on. Slow down and smell the sagebrush already!
