Tagged by Flo
Da rules
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged
Six Quirks in my Personality
1- I subconsciously match songs with real life events. I think I’ve done this for so long that it’s become an inherent part of me which I don’t even take note of. An observant friend pointed it out not too long ago and since then I’ve become more cognisant. The most recent occurrence that comes to mind is when one day at work, the last of my colleagues left for the day (I’m usually the last to leave) and as the door shut behind him I burst into a rendition of ‘All by myself’. I think it might have been the Celine Dion version.
2- I provide sound effects to my yawns i.e. I can’t yawn quietly. This is fine when I’m on my own, but sometimes, when I’m in company I forget myself (is that an English expression? Or a direct translation of mo gbagbe ara mi? Can’t be bothered to think or check) and let myself go. Doesn’t do anything for the poised and sophisticated image I like to project, but hey ho.
3- I deliberately place cards (birthday, thank you, congratulations etc) in envelopes back to front to prolong the anticipation and excitement for the recipient.
4- I don’t like food.
5- (I’m scraping the barrel now) If I think about doing something hard enough, usually end up doing it. Even if it’s out of character. And when I do end up doing it, it’s usually spontaneous and surprises even myself. This one is in relation to Florida’s quirky point on interracial couples.
My issue is that the black ones in the relationship (male or female) tend to have chips on their shoulders about being with someone of another race. This tends to be revealed in the defiant/defensive sometimes even belligerent looks they give if you so happen to catch their eye in the street. My reaction to this is unfailingly 'who gives a freak? I have problems of my own to worry about. I do not know you, neither do i care who you choose to walk down the street with!'
Each time it happens, i run this scenario through my mind, and i know it's only a matter of time before i actually say it to someone...
6 - I like bland food. And spicy too..
There peeps. Quirky enough for you?
And sorry, me no taggee...
