Six Weird Things

Throw down.

Okay, I have been challenged to write six weird things about me (see the source here). I know my closest friends would say there are many more than a mere half dozen, but I'll try for six. Herewith:

1. I balance all hand-writing instruments on the ring finger of my right hand (instead of the middle finger). I have a dent in that finger, and the nail grows in a slightly bent-to-the-inside, flattened way. When I write, my hand curls slightly inward, making my hand look somewhat crabbed.

2. Sweepstakes. I enter almost every offer that comes in the mail: from Publishers Clearing House to American Express. I have never won a thing, but that doesn't stop me from licking, sticking, and dreaming about a million dollars - okay, after taxes, $600K and change.

3. I am not domestic, but I love doing laundry. Like magic, clothing goes in soiled and comes out bright, warm, and fresh. Especially white, fluffy towels. Out of the dryer, and folded symmetrically, I love to push my face into the stack, and inhale.

4. My mother still asks if I press each nostril and blow my nose one side at a time. I guess that's weird, but that's what I do. For me, anyhow, it seems the only way to clear my perpetually rotten sinuses. Maybe I should stop inhaling the laundry.

5. I never wash my face. Well, I never use any kind of soap or cleanser. Just warm water, and no rubbing or scrubbing. I won the genetic lottery when it comes to skin. It's been called peaches and cream, and has been mostly blemish free my whole life. In fact, when the occasional zit popped up, I found that moisturizing, and leaving the blemish alone (no touching!) made it heal and vanish fast. I find it unfair nowadays when a small pimple appears. Pimples and laugh lines? That's not right.

6. The non-contents of my fridge. Seriously. Even for a New Yorker, I get the occasional WTF-disgusted look from visiting friends who open the fridge door. Right now, I have coffee (Garden of Eden's Italian and French Roast beans, ground together), skim milk, a bottle of Campari, and jars of condiments. That's it. Oh, and a gel face mask. The around-the-corner deli is open twenty-four hours. That's my fridge. You want something? Go out and get it. I'll buzz you back in. 

Surfer Girl keeps pairs of shoes in her never-used oven, but that's a whole other story.

How'd I do? 

Comments

[Jeff]

May be I should have said "idiosyncratic."

[HH]

Hey Jeff. One person's quirky is another one's weird. What're yours?

[Jeff]

You did well but are these really "weird"? I'd see them more as quirky

[bruce]

One of life's true joys is in realizing just how similiar we all are...yes even the finger nail. Holly; best wishes over the Holidays.

[Patricia]

Nice!

I never wash my face either.