Six Weird Things About Me

THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the ?6 weird things
about you.? People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6
weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need
to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don?t forget to
leave a comment that says ?you are tagged? in their comments and tell
them to read your blog.

1. I don’t do this all the time, but a lot of the time I will type
what someone is saying to me in my head
while they are talking. I will even visualize my hands moving on the
keyboard. That is also a little weird since I don’t look at my hands
when I type in real life. Sometimes I do this when I’m reading a book,
too.

2. It doesn’t bother me if someone asks me what my heritage is
(Korean and Caucasian), but I hate it when someone sees me writing and
they ask, (with an amazingly stupid amount of incredulity in their
voices) “You’re left handed?” No asshole, this is my party trick. At
the bank. Fuck off.

3. I also hate being asked where I’m from because there’s no short
answer. I grew up in Saudi Arabia. When I relay this information (after explaining my heritage),
someone always says, (with a very confused look) “Really? I would never
have guess that. You don’t look Arabic.” Did I say I was an Arab,
retard? No, I said I GREW UP THERE. The other follow-up question I hate
when I tell people where I grew up is, “Really? What was that like?” To
which I always reply, “Normal.” What were you expecting me to say? That
I had a difficult and oppressive childhood and I’m bitter about it? Or
were you just expecting me to yell, “DEATH TO ALL AMERICANS!”? Idiot.

4. It hate it when I see someone eating asian food with a fork. USE
CHOPSTICKS. I honestly believe asian food tastes better when eaten with
chopsticks. It’s part of the whole dining experience.

5. When I was little, people used to ask my parents if I was adopted
and/or if I was Native American because I was brown from being out in the
sun constantly. My mom would pull my diaper down and show them my white
ass to prove that I was their child. This probably explains way too much about me.

6. If I am around someone with a very thick accent, I tend to pick up that accent as long as I’m around them. This is both useful in mimicking accents and embarrassing when I can’t stop myself in front of whoever has the accent. I also do this with speech patterns.

I’m not tagging anyone specifically to do this, but invite anyone who wants to do this to go right ahead. If you do, drop me a comment so I can read your quirks.

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