Temporary? Insanity

Thanks for the tag Lara. As a kid I was always the last one picked in gym class – I feel like one of the cool kids now!

The Wyrdness that is Kym:

1) I have Split Personality Disorder. There’s Kimmy, but don’t call her that. She’s a rather grouchy kid, a little on the over-sensitive side, and quite determined never to grow up. There’s Kim, who’s a pretty happenin’ gal. She’s witty and self-confident, outgoing and assertive. Everybody loves Kim. And there’s Kimberly, who’s the world-weary, shy and retiring one. Let’s just say that if you write me and I don’t write back, it’s her fault.

You think I’m making this all up, don’t you?

2) I’ve always thought it kind of weird that I can’t do anything weird with my body. I can’t fold my tongue or wiggle my ears. I can’t touch my nose with the tip of my tongue or manipulate my joints in abnormal ways. I can’t even flare my nostrils really wide. I have a boring body. Weird, eh?

3) I have a mild case of hypochondria. I grew up incredibly shy and timid, and I think this translated into an attention-seeking behaviour later in life. I did say a “mild case” though. I don’t go around worrying that a headache is actually a brain tumour, or that a leg cramp is deep vein thrombosis or anything along those lines. I just tend to whinge and whine and look things up on the internet and worry a lot.

4) When I judge, I am judged. Okay, so this is beyond weird because it’s happened twice in my life and I’m waiting for number three. I used to think people who were overweight were silly – why not just lose the weight? I mean, come on, right? Bam – fifty extra pounds. That’ll teach me. And I thought people who were “depressed” (yup, I used invisible quotation marks and everything, heaven help me), were just looking for attention. Bam – I’ve been diagnosed with post partum depression. It’s been the scariest, guiltiest, most horribly instructive experience of my life. So I figure I’ve got to stop being judgmental or who knows what will happen next. Maybe falling in line with #3 I’ll come down with some horrible terminal disease.

That’ll teach me.

5) I’m Canadian. I use the letter “u” indiscriminately in my spelling.

6) I love my parents and I like them too! And no, I’m not just writing that because my mom reads my blog. Anyway, my parents are awesome. Sadly, loving, liking, admiring and respecting your parental unit tends to be classified as “weird” in this crazy world of ours.

7) I go square dancing once a week for my date night with my hubby. I spend half the night wishing my legs were as shapely as the 50-80 years olds we dance with. I even admired one lady in particular, and was told by someone that she had a hip replacement 6 months ago. I need to work out more.

8) I have an oversensitive gag reflex. I tried crest whitestrips a year ago, and promptly threw up into the sink. Is that too much information? One of my dearest friends now has much whiter teeth because of my abnormality.

9) I don’t have a TV in my living room.

10) I loooove to talk on the phone but I hate phoning people. I suffer from tele-neuroticness. I build up scenarios in my mind, wherein my phone call interrupts all manner of important business and life events. And then I chicken out, and don’t phone. Or I purposely phone when I know people won’t be home, so I can talk to their voice mail or answering machine instead.

So, in conclusion, if you didn’t know I was weird, ya sure as heck do now.

And I tag:

Beth,

Kate,

and Amanda!

Your turn to show off your weirdness!