Haidhuru

OK so I was tagged… my wierd stuff? Hmmmm… Putting only the PG version here it go.

1) I’m abnormally scared of burrowing things. Like I wake up at night drenched in a sweat scared to death that a guinea worm got me. D-shy’s Blog entry of that mama who had things in her boob seriously traumatized me. Like I was unable to go home without scratching and itching and checking my hands and feet to see what larvae was popping out of my skin. *brrrrr*. ‘Cause of this, it took me forever before I could convince myself to get a pedicure as they use communal whirlpool foot baths which are just - well gross. I still have to forcibly force myself to put insert my foot in that thing as I’m scared that I’m gonna get maggots and stuff from the person who got the pedicure before me.

2) I cannot sleep with any door open in my room. I mean, any door- the closet doors, the chest of drawers, main door etc. all have to be kabisa shut and the edges aligned ama I’ll wake up at night to close the damn things.

3) I don’t know if this is weird or not- but I cannot tell left from right- or tell you what 7 +5 is. Now what did I do for my under-grad? Yup! You got it. Math and Geography (including cartography). Go figure!

4) I have this habit of sometimes, sometimes, sometimes… having a do-over of people’s conversations as they speak. What does this mean? I mean, say you’re telling me a story and I think “hmmmm it could have been improved if you instead of using Kosovo as the example, you’d used Cambodia”… I will then insert Cambodia into every thing that you’re saying and change the details of the conversation as you go along. I do this with books too when I’ll look at the direction a book is taking and say “Hell no! It won’t go down like this” and then give the characters new dialogue, motivation, lights-camera-action. It makes me speak slower than I normally do as I have to take this through 2 layers of translation: What I’m thinking they should have said and what they actually said. And then input my (translated) response into my ongoing conversation.

5) You and I know that with the right jamaa strokes are beautiful and with the exception of a few things, pretty much anything goes. However, the idea of strokes is vaguely gross to me. I know, I know. You know, like how before you get in a pool, you hold your breath and then jump in. Yup- same thing with the strokage. For a fraction of a section— or if the guy is hot- a fraction of a fraction of a second multiplied by planck’s constant ) I have to mentally say “OK. Let’s get this show on the road”– and after that, then I’m fine. Once I know a jamaa (bibilically), then it’s all good. Until then, I think of all the grossness associated with strokes (if done right!) - the liquids that get swopped, the generally unhygienic and unsanitary licking and probing and — yeah…. it can be a bit much.

Um… as for number 6, let’s just say the guys with strait jackets will come and get me if I confess to this. Not so wierd after all am I?