Weird? Me? Okay, Just a Little.

I must have made Wayne angry because he tagged me in a game of Tell Us How Weird You Are. By the way, Wayne pre-melts his ice cream. I'm not going to be able to top that.

I consider myself a wildly average person among the communties I choose to place myself. In other words, in blogtopia it's not weird that I spend my free time writing a blog. In real life, I keep that information largely secret because almost everyone I know socially would find that behavior insane. The same thing goes for my political activism. It defines me on the playground, as in "You know Robin. She's the one always talking about WalMart or the federal budget or slavery in China or some other crazy thing." "Oh yeah. I hate her." But in blogtopia, it's run-of-the-mill.

So you see my problem. Weird is relative. Of course, we all know that. I just wanted to set the parameters. For this game, I have to think of actual weird. My gay rights bumper sticker or my Stop Torture button won't cut it.

So I asked my kids for help. Here are their suggestions:

My 13 year-old son said, "Five? I can name ten. You're on the phone too much. You're too quick to judge. You don't trust us. ..." He was ready to keep going but I stopped him quickly with a judgmental glare.

My 4 year-old said, "When I break something you go hysterical. That's weird so write that down."

My 10 year old said, "You like Disney Channel Shows." (I like that Raven show. She's America's sweetheart, for the love of Pete.)

They clearly didn't get it. All that stuff is between them and their future therapists. I had to do this alone. So here's my list:

1. When I play the piano I have to play this little jingle I wrote when I was a kid and then hit the highest note before I leave the instrument.

2. I believe in feng shui.

3. Rugs and carpeting creep me out. I put sheets on the rug in the room where the kids play so they don't have to come in contact with it.

4. Continuing with the filthy floor theme: I wish that people would take their shoes off when they come into my house but I never ask them to do so because who do I think I am anyway?

5. I love empty shelves, drawers and other storage spaces. If a closet is filled, I hate to look at it.

So there you are. I'm all messed up. Let's see who else is. I'll tag:

Thomas
Shari
KathyF
A Big Fat Slob
The Bride of Acheron

Comments

[The Heretik]

You're just not that weird.

[eRobin]

Watch it there. I almost tagged you for this.

[KathyF]

Number 3 is really weird. Must have something to do with WalMart.

[PSoTD]

I didn't even think of asking our kids what's weird about me. I'm sure they have a big list, they both like to say "you're weird, Dad".

Empty closet space? How does that happen?

[Thomas Nephew]

Hmm. I'm going to get you for this.

[eRobin]

I know, I know. I resisted the temptation to comply with "You have no idea," and leave it at that.

[A Big Fat Slob]

Gee, thanks.

How to I narrow it down to just 5? My kids have been building quite a list for me for the last 20 years . . . .

[Thomas Nephew]

Better late than never.