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Five Weird Things About Me.

So I'm behind in my memes, so what. It's Saturday and the heat is rising in Sydney and I'm catching up on my blog reading. This is the one where you list five weird things about yourself. Once I've finished I'm going to go read a bit more of Lydia Millet's Oh Pure and Radiant Heart and just chill.


Five Weird Things.

1) I don't drink much. I've never had a taste for it, that's all. No philosophical debate. Just taste. When I do drink, however, I like mescal. You know, the tequila like drink that comes with worms in it. I just love it. I drink it straight, no lime, no salt, nothing. Just straight down, wait for that flush of warm relaxation through you. Like most of my weird things, I don't think this is weird, but numerous people have taken time out to inform me that yes, it is weird.

2) I cannot handle tucked in beds. If I get into a bed and the sheets are tucked in, I kick them out. Likewise, when I get into a car, the first thing I do is wind down the window. Only heavy rain makes me wind it up and then I'm always uncomfortable with it. Yet, small cramped rooms suit me just fine, really, and I have no problem with tiny, enclosed areas, though I do prefer them with a window that I can open and occasion sit out on.

3) I pretty much wear black all the time. I'm fine with this. There are numerous reasons, having to do with fashion, judgment, whatever you want, pick a reason, maybe it's simply being comfortable in what you wear, and that's it. A bit of colour sneaks in nowadays (I own red boots for example) but mostly, it's straight black, and this is also apparently weird. People tell me this. I don't know why they suddenly feel as if they have a right to tell me how to dress, but considering I'm a big, bald guy dressed in black and often described as mean and nasty by strangers, a lot of people feel comfortable telling me all black is bad for me, like it's their business. Some even go as far as to suggest that this is why people call me mean and nasty as if being a big bald guy has nothing to do with it (maybe if I wore kilts). I really don't understand the fascination with my colour, myself, but it is pretty common thing for people to tell me. When they do this, it's time to point out that their shoes clash with their handbags and that peach coloured top doesn't match their skin/hair and how that t-shirt looks like it was designed by a monkey on speed and how, y'know, those pants look like something your parents wore. Or I just ignore them. Either way. Depends on the day.

4) I hate paying for parking and will not pay for it on the street. I will walk four blocks, thus removing the point for owning a car, rather than pay a meter. I think I've fed coins in there maybe half a dozen times in my life, and each time I've felt morally offended, because I am paying for simple space, with no service, love, anything. Just an empty space. It galls me even now to write about it.

5) I cannot do two projects at once. Take for an example my thesis, which contains a novel, A Year in the City, and my disseration, called Dissertation on A Year in the City (classy, yeah?). I cannot work on both in the same day or, indeed, the same week, due to the brain space they occupy when I'm in them. For me to work on one or the other, I have to ditch the information out of my mind, free it up, have reached a conclusion point, and be able to move freely to the next. It's like this for every project: a short story will occupy my entire head for however long it takes me to write it, as will a review, anything I create. Consequently, I structure my time well in advance, so my head can go, "Friday, Saturday, Sunday: short story. Monday: rest. Tuesday: review." I can never mix. I put this down to the fact that I am simply not very intelligent and that to keep up with everyone else, I've got to focus on my work to the point where I neglect people, time, everything else. I'm very poorly structured with everything else in my life, really, to the point where I often decide to do things on the day, much to everyone's frustration.


So, there you go. I'm actually much more neurotic than this (which is pretty normal, really), but I'll spare you it all.

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benpeek
Jan. 28th, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC)
how much black would you say you wear?

i don't get it myself, either. like you said, you don't say, 'shit, you're fat, or gosh, you've got some nice burns there--acid?' but people are fine with the black and how mean i look. as if, somehow, repeatedly telling me this is not meant to make me neurotic, but somehow make me nice and sweet and in blue jeans. gah.

and yes. tucked in sheets. you know it's wrong.
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benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:53 am (UTC)
you know, i bought my first pair of sneakers last year in about eight years. it was pretty strange experience, being in a place that sold sneakers.

i'm not sure the black makes you look taller. i just for some unknown reason figured you'd be able five nine, eight.

the cocoony feel is wrong. your feet get hot and trapped. you start to think there's no way out, no way to move. you begin to think, what will happen if i roll over in the night and my feet snap off?
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benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 01:20 am (UTC)
you know what i don't get about the playboy bunny thing? how girls can walk round with the symbol of a porn mag across their breasts on their ass or on their car, and yet, if you say to them, 'you know that symbols for a porn mag, yeah?' they tell you that you're wrong. when you point out that it's a symbol owned by an old guy who surrounds himself with plastic blonde women, they tell you you just don't get it. this is usually the conversation of me and my sister, i might add. i refuse to have those girls as friends (and they refuse to have me as friend, so it's all good).

i swear, you look tall in that picture. like, it's the neck? maybe. i dunno. hair? that's a tall person's haircut? help me out here, will ya. i didn't pay that much attention first time round and now i have to justify myself.
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benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
i remember reading an essay a while back about britney spears, when she was still going with the i'm a virgin thing. anyhow, basically, the essay had this bit about how she was projecting/performing a sexuality that she couldn't possibly understand. i don't think it's a thing isolated to her, y'know? it's like nowadays it's okay for women to be sexual, so long as you don't do anything with it, which somewhat removes the point.

and yeah, i agree over the playboy sanitised thing. it is very sanitized. i await for the 'barely legal' line of clothes, myself.

and i thought you were looking sideways...
benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
hey, you wanna chat about this off blog, just email thru, yeah? that way it's not for everyone to see.
lokilokust
Jan. 28th, 2006 12:54 pm (UTC)
'4) I hate paying for parking and will not pay for it on the street. I will walk four blocks, thus removing the point for owning a car, rather than pay a meter. I think I've fed coins in there maybe half a dozen times in my life, and each time I've felt morally offended, because I am paying for simple space, with no service, love, anything. Just an empty space. It galls me even now to write about it.'
oh, i couldn't agree more.
the very concept fills me with rage*.
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(* not so much teh concept of paying for parking as the concept of ME paying for parking.)
benpeek
Jan. 28th, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC)
any rage for this i understand.
bodhichitta0
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:50 am (UTC)
I also cannot sleep with the sheets tucked in. It makes my feet feel like they are suffocating and like they are bent down. I especially despise the way hotels tuck in their sheets. Makes me feel trapped.
benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:53 am (UTC)
yeah, hotel sheets suck. they also have way too make sheets for me.
bodhichitta0
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:56 am (UTC)
And some don't do fitted sheets so then when you pull out what you THINK is the top sheet you really untuck the bottom sheet as well and then that gets all wadded up as one tosses and turns throughout the night. It's annoying.

And ben peek in a kilt... *giggles*
benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
the kilt could happen. i mean, if i was in scotland, maybe.
bodhichitta0
Jan. 29th, 2006 12:59 am (UTC)
I want to see those colors fly for Clan Peek, yes I do. :-D
benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 01:03 am (UTC)
i wouldn't hold your breath. i mean, i could wear a kilt, if i was in scotland, and if i was in a fancy dress party, and if someone lent me the kilt. lot of things to be met there ;)
bodhichitta0
Jan. 29th, 2006 01:07 am (UTC)
But it could happen. And I really want to be on the guest list if if it does! :-D
kazzibee
Jan. 29th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
You are definitely going to have to revise Weird Thing No. 2, because it isn't weird at all. Tucked in beds suck. If you ask me, tucked in beds cause neuroses.

benpeek
Jan. 29th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)
i had a girlfriend, once, who said it was just insane.
speshal_k
Jan. 29th, 2006 01:50 pm (UTC)
I'd always untuck sheets if they are tucked in.
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