My new Sciblings Janet and Chad have brought that rare thing, an interesting meme, to my attention. I’m also thinking that it’s an opportunity to give you a feel for my personality beyond my belief that giving my blog a name nobody can pronounce or spell is really cool. So, without further ado, ten (more) weird things about me:
1. I always run up stairs two at a time.
2. I am incapable of sleeping in: my internal chronometer always wakes me up at the same time every day (about 7-7:15 am), regardless of when I actually went to bed. Great in the week, not so great at weekends.
3. I am quasi-ambidextrous, in that I can do some things with only with my left hand (e.g. writing), some things only with my right hand (e.g. playing tennis) and some things with both (e.g. playing badminton, peeling potatoes). If I have a favoured hand, it seems to be the one which I first started doing a particular task with, which means I must have just been feeling rebellious (and didn’t realise the hassle it would cause me) when I was first starting to learn to write.
4. My memory is excellent except when I try to help it out: if I write down an appointment in my diary I will almost always miss it (this once led to me famously forgetting to turn up to a time management course); if I think to myself, “must remember x”, I will invariably forget x.
5. I hate Marmite, but will obsessively nibble Twiglets when they’re put in front of me.
6. I can identify virtually any song I’ve ever heard from the first few chords, but I can never remember the lyrics.
7. When I’m engrossed in a book or thinking hard about something, I can completely zone out external noise to the extent that people who come and tap me on the shoulder because I’m ignoring them almost give me a heart attack. The fact that this sometimes occurs when I’m walking places is a little troubling.
8. I always ask for the aisle seat on an aeroplane; I am willing to sacrifice a nice view for being able to decompress my legs into the aisle, and for not having to barge past two or three possibly sleeping people every time I want to get something out from the overhead locker or go to the loo.
9. No matter how hard I try, whenever I try to write ‘ratio’, I always end up writing ‘ration’.
10. To the great distress of those around me, my internal monologue often isn’t.
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