Sorry about that, I say. Blogger’s block, a first for me.
So, seven random things about myself. Unbridled discretion to me; in administrative law this might be struck down as an example of excessive delegation. (Of legislative power, by parliament, to the government; never mind.)
1. I cannot understand why people get so emotional when a pet dies. See below:
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2. My parents think I waste too much soap, and we once almost had a serious fight because I couldn’t believe my parents were actually attempting to ration the number of soaps I used a month. (Four, okay? They’re not large ones.) I hate bathing with soaps that are nearing the end of their life. It takes forever to cover your body with lather, because there’s less soap being transferred per rub. When my soaps reach a certain size, I crack open a new one and gradually meld the old one onto the new one’s back. Ride em, cowboy!
3. I hate watching Youtube videos. They take too long to load, and just strike me as a particularly useless way to spend time on the net.
4. I sometimes cry during a movie. This usually happens when I’m watching it alone, on my laptop. I don’t bawl or anything, but I well up and I purse my lips, and look down and feel bad, and let the tear reach the bottom of my cheek before wiping it away.
5. More often, I feel like crying when I hear a song I really like, and there’s a lot going on in my life just then.
6. While we’re on the subject, the only other times I’ve cried in the last few years were due to girls (duh). And this one time when I was being ragged and feeling very homesick. The bugger shoved off, but another senior was nice enough to come back, ask whether I was feeling homesick, and to tell me that my behaviour was perfectly normal for someone feeling homesick.
7. I always feel the need to please everyone. Doormat-type. I sometimes think this is just a result of being a reasonably nice person who wants to do unto others as he wants them to do unto him (there’s a double entendre there if you look for it), but society evidently feels otherwise. So I make an effort to act counter-instinctively, to say no for the sake of saying no. So that I’m respected for having and sticking to my own opinions, rather than liked for being a ‘nice guy’. Sheesh.
8. I’m generally described as “chilled out”, “easy-going”, “calm”, and the like. This is linked to 7 above. But like everyone else, I actually have quite a temper; it’s just mostly held in check. I’ve been known to hit my friends when angry… by friends I mean close guy friends, and by hit I mean: (a) slapping face, knocking off glasses, (b) punching neck, arm, or stomach, (c) any other. All with intent to hurt, which means a close-fisted wallop, not a friendly little punch or slap.
9. I don’t have OCD, but I am slightly obsessive-compulsive. Can’t remember all the instances over the years, but for example, at one point I had a problem with the classic washing of hands. After washing my hands I (always) pour water on the tap to wash off the soap from when its opened the second time. During the problem period, this pouring water on the tap would go on for a whole minute or two. Right hand pour, left hand pour, right hand pour, left hand pour. I found it difficult to accept that the tap was clean. My mother and brother call me neurotic to my face. But it’s cool, I can usually recognise a slight problem like this and fight it.
What’s my current fixation? Deodorant-spraying. I spray my left underarm first, then the right one. Then the left one again. Right. Left, a bit more (that bit wasn’t really covered). Now I have to do the right, because otherwise the spraying will be unequal. Shake can, repeat, gag slightly from inhaling the clouds of deo spray.
I’m not exaggerating, although I’ve managed to bring the deo thing to manageable levels now. This too shall pass, I know.
10. I’ve never in my life been able to… edit: on second thought, censored.
I’m going to be lazy and say the slimy “I tag whoever reads this.” If I change my mind tomorrow (I won’t), I may have an opinion and pick some bloggers. Maybe the goodfellas at The Rant Reader, second time you’re being tagged, sil vous plait.
In other news, I need to revamp my blogroll. And change this stupid “Depressing Musings On Life These Days” shit.
In still more news, I have blurted on Zonuts once more.
26 February 2008 at 4:34 am |
Hee hee. Nice post.
I definitely cry during some movies too, sometimes even when other people are around. I think the first time I can remember was when Simba’s father died in the Lion King. Hehe. And girls. Yeah. Been there. Luckily only once or twice.
Ditto about music and stuff going on in one’s life.
Clearly you have never had a relationship with a dog. They live for 10 to 15 years, and have personalities, just like people. My dog died of old age, and it was really sad. I don’t think I cried, but it was quite depressing. My sister definitely cried.
27 February 2008 at 12:32 pm |
Ya dog. Don’t go messing with pets. I am cutting short a trip to Pondicherry so that I can take of my dog who will be alone at home otherwise. For 10 days.
I officially appoint myself a chronicler of Perakath’s isms.
His soap, I testify, is pink, green, yellow and white. Its a grand orgy of unfinished soaps. He slaps a new one onto a used one with extreme, shameless, sexual glee.
27 February 2008 at 3:10 pm |
they need to be put in a pan, melted, and amalgamated!
28 February 2008 at 9:19 pm |
Melting a dog is just cruel.
1 March 2008 at 9:27 am |
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