I’ve been tagged – thanks to monstermash

Anyone who knows me knows there’s a plethora of weird things to choose from, so picking seven shouldn’t be too hard.

Black pens are a must – I can even bring myself to use a color if it’s craft related, but I have a deep rooted hatred for blue pens.

I have a wandering ovary – it moves pretty far and fast I’m told, and has gotten stuck a few times before.

I never know what to call my eye color.  I call them greenish gray but they have just enough blue that that sometimes seems inaccurate.  And my pupils are always dilated, and not round.  And they reflect light at certain angles because of the intra-ocular artificial lenses.

I like doing little random things for people I care about, and have sent and dropped off presents, cards and such without notes.  Only about half the time do I ever even hear the recipient talk about them.  I do the same things for random people – hiding toys in the mulch at the playground, paying the toll of the car beyond me etc.  It leaves me feeling better about the world.

I hate crying.  I don’t remember crying a lot as a little girl, but somewhere around puberty – it became just too easy for the tears to fall.  It isn’t a problem with other people, and I would never tell someone not to cry.  I won’t think you’re weak if you do, I’ll think it’s cathartic.  But for me, I hate the weak feeling those tears produce.  I’ve learned to toughen up and cry now only when I absolutely cannot hold it in any longer.  Separate from my family, I can count the number of people who have witnessed me crying as an adult on one hand.

I’m convinced I have a look-alike out there.  My mom is adopted and her mother had other children.  I’m going to assume those children did as well, and so I have relatives whom I might resemble.  I think this because often people come up to me thinking I’m someone else, and then telling me I look just like so and so.  And looks wise, I don’t look like anyone I know (in my eyes) so I find this strange.

I dream a lot, but mostly the dreams seem to replay themselves.  And the dreams are often just jumbled up repeats of whatever has been going on in my life.  Nightmares recur too – and often just the same few themes on repeat.  My mind is like watching repeated TV shows or movies when it dreams.  Maybe you’ve seen it before, it seems familiar and you can’t remember.  It’s weird.

Just like me.