It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write anything here, and I thought it’d be fun to talk about some of the weird idiosyncrasy’s we all have.
I got this idea from Shay, you can read her blog here.
*Fun fact: Shay’s blog is actually one of the big reasons I wanted to start my own. Following her family and hearing their fun stories of travel and family just makes my day… I’m hoping I can be that to someone someday, or at least myself…let’s start there.
Anyways! She did a post about 10 Weird Things about her…and I thought it was a fun and a great idea to get to know each other better. Yes? No? Too bad… let’s get started.
This one had me rolling when I read other’s posts (Shay’s included). Mayonnaise. Can we talk about it? I HATE mayo. To me, it’s not even worth spending the time saying the full word. Disgusting. The creamy/oily texture. The smell. The visual. It’s just gross.. I can’t even scoop it off. If it makes it’s way onto anything I’m going to eat, I’ll kindly pass that onto someone else. Can’t do it. I’m also not a HUGE ketchup fan and growing up HATED that just as much as mayo. Because of that, I put mustard on ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING that most people put mayo or ketchup on…burgers, sandwiches, fries, hotdogs, etc. Mustard is my girl.
I loveeeeeeeeeee the way mascara changes my normally blonde lashes into looking plump and dark. But they do not curl on their own. So every morning, while I’m stopped at a red light on my way to work (after they’ve dried from the mascara application at home), I heat up my eyelash curler with my car heater, and curl my eyelashes in the car. Some people have noticed my eyelash curler in my car and have asked what it is for. And people can’t seem to wrap their mind around heating up your curler and then working your eyelashes how you want. I on the other hand, couldn’t imagine doing it any other way. Another car weird thing. No matter how cold it is (as long as it’s not raining) I will turn my seat heater on, feet heat if needed, and I’ll drive with my sunroof open. Something about the fresh air on my head and the warm air on my feet is so relaxing and refreshing to me. People always say/insinuate that it’s a contradiction, but it’s the perfect amount of hot/cold to keep my temperature right. I love that.
I have a couple of really strong senses. Let’s start with sound. I hear things from a mile away, whether it be a conversation, the light buzz of a TV (or any electronic for that matter) that’s been left on, or someone picking their fingernails. << that’s the worst. My eyesight is pretty bad, so I think I got blessed with sound and taste for better senses. I can taste something and usually pick out the individual flavors within seconds. It can be a curse or a benefit since I tend to be pretty picky and if I taste something even faintly that I don’t like, it can ruin the whole thing.
I love trivia and games that are trivia based, charades or anything of that type that revolves around pop culture. I don’t know a lot about certain things like history and science….those definitely weren’t my favorite. But give me something regarding pop culture, current entertainment events, things of that nature, and I can tell you ANYTHING about someone or something… I think my dream job is being an entertainment reporter like, on E! News. I would die. That would be a dream come true. Anyone have any connections? Let me know. Please and thank you.
I don’t consider traveling to the mountains or city a “vacation”. When people say they’re going on vacation, I immediately think they mean somewhere warm, with crystal blue water and a lot of sand. That is my idea of a vacation, and anything regarding the first two locations just sounds like a whole lot of work. Don’t get me wrong, I love camping, and touring around a new city just like the next person…but afterwards, I need a vacation. So if I’m on vacation, you can find me on a beach somewhere probably with a drink in my hand that has a cute umbrella.
I’m really sentimental. When I was growing up I had a red box that housed YEARS of birthday/Christmas/Easter cards. I loved looking back and reading the sweet messages from family members. To this day, I keep things that hold sentimental meaning. For example, I currently have EVERY single movie that my significant other and I have seen together. They stay in a little pouch in my purse that other cards and notes are kept in, that way I have them with me but they aren’t flying all over the place every time I open my wallet… It’s kind of like memory hoarding. I’m okay with it.
I am not a fan of dessert. Let’s be clear. Give me some sour or fruity chewy candy and I will be perfectly content. But I’m not a fan of ice cream, cake, pie, etc. I will eat the heck out of a cheesecake, or throw me some froyo and I’m your girl – but it’s usually topped with some yummy chewy candy of some sort. And to clarify even more, I don’t consider chocolate the type of candy that I want. If i want something sweet, it’s not going to be chocolate. It better be some black licorice, sour straws, or swedish fish. Now you know the way to my heart.
I FULLY dry off in the shower once I’m done washing. We have a mat outside the shower to catch water and dry off, but that feels very exposing to me… So I keep my towel close, and dry off fully in the shower. And I couldn’t imagine doing it any other way.
I LIVE in comfortable clothes. I loathe wearing pants, jeans, or anything else that isn’t stretchy or comfy. I’ve gotten creative in finding clothes that look presentable but are really just grown up pajamas. I get home and change out of my real people clothes ASAP, even if it’s in the middle of the day. I live in sweats, yogies, and shorts….mostly the first two. And tank tops. Comfy, loose, you don’t have to wear a bra tank tops…those are the best.
I can’t/don’t/know how to blow my nose. Hear me out, I get the premise. I get that you blow. How hard can that be? But for reals. I can’t blow my nose…it hurts…nothing comes out…I feel like I’m going to push my brains out. So I Just don’t. I know that’s totally weird to most people…but it’s my norm. 🙂
Alright. That’s a bit of “weird” things about me. What are some weird things about you? I’d love to hear what makes you YOU! Sound off in the comments, or link your blog post so I can follow you and read about you weirdos!
Until next time,