I don’t really understand how these blog awards work, but Charlotte over at Charlotte’s Web has just won one (and a very worthy winner she is, too), and kindly tagged me as one of seven ‘nominees.’ While slightly confused about my role (does this mean I am an award recipient now too?? Or am I simply helping Charlotte fulfil certain requirements so that she may claim her prize?? I have no idea, but regardless it’s lovely to be included!), I am very happy to oblige by completing the meme, in which I list 7 personality traits and then nominate 7 bloggers for similar disclosures (I think). Okay, here goes.
1. I love food, always have, and I spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about and planning my next meals. Yes, you read that right. Meals. At breakfast, I’m not only wondering what’s on the menu and in the fridge for lunch and dinner, I’m also asking myself how I feel about the next day’s breakfast. Am I truly satisfied with what I’m eating right now, or can I do better?
2. I’m very talkative by nature, but I have taken pains in recent years to shut the fuck up, and as a result I volunteer a lot less in person and over the phone than I used to. I am sure most people haven’t noticed any change whatsoever, and I feel really irrationally begrudged by this.
3. I adore laughing. I had a supreme giggling fit in bed with my husband just after the laparoscopy, and I was so sore and tender that laughing really, really hurt, but I couldn’t stop, and I kept saying, “O-o-o-u-c-h…” as I lay there writhing and laughing, and this just made Llew scream harder, which naturally set me off again, and we laughed until I honestly thought I was going to bust the stitches. It was the best. It’s funny (no, really it is), but whenever I have a laughing fit, I remember two things. Without fail. One is getting in trouble from my arsehole ex-stepfather (now out of my life, mercy be, for the past 25 years) for getting the giggles (what kind of person gets incredibly angry when a kid can’t stop laughing?). The other is the day my best friends at school – Deb, Flick and Lisa – and I were struck by an incurable case of the unstoppable titters during science class with Mr Ware, who was the last word in science teacher nerdiness. He was just like Jerry Lewis in Cinderfella before he drinks the magic potion. He put one, two, three of us in three corners of the room, and when he went to point to the final corner, there was a bin already sitting there, and it totally flummoxed him. He got so flustered by the lack of spare corner that he put one of us – I can’t remember who – equidistant from corners A and B along the back wall. This corner choreography just sent us into more helpless paroxysms that still raise a smirk from me 20 fond years later. I’m no longer friends with Lisa, but I dreamt about her just the other day.
4. I love clothes, shoes, and accessories (I don’t have my ears pierced, but I love a good necklace and have some great ones),and I enjoy shopping unless I am having a dreaded Fat Day (these tend to coincide with my cycle; never a good time for swimsuits) or unless I am too broke to buy anything. The latter is frequently the case, so then I just avoid the stores like they’re housing a virulent strain of swine flu. I never enter stores where I can’t afford to shop. Llew can’t understand this, so he dragged me into a Louis Vuitton in Bangkok, and I hated, hated, hated every excruciating second. He doesn’t try to make me now.
5. I like to think I’m a good friend, at least I certainly try to be, but I remain disappointingly insecure about whether or not people really like me. An example. I’ve recently sent an overseas friend – someone I have known for nearly two decades and who flew to Australia for my wedding – a number of texts and Facebook messages, and the lack of response eats away at me. Rationally, I know I haven’t done anything wrong, but reason doesn’t always carry the day in my feverish mind. I fret about this at least once a day, but a really sick stubbornness prevents me from just calling and saying hi.
6. I have an ugly jealous streak. It’s definitely closely related to #5, and I control it these days by not drinking too much.
7. I’m not remotely as scary as some people seem to think I am. I’ve never understood anyone thinking I’m intimidating – you must be kidding me, I cry at ads – but it’s a word that’s been levelled at me more times than I care to remember. I always want to look over my shoulder to see who they mean.
Phew, that was tricky! Now I think I’m supposed to tag seven more bloggers, and that’s easy, especially since Charlotte’s already done hers. And the nominees are (in alphabetical order):
Charlotte at How to Shuck an Oyster (who is hereby granted permission to make her 7 traits food, writing and reading related)
David at Quotidian Viscissitudes
Grad at the Curious Reader
Lilian at A Novelist’s Mind
Litlove at Tales from the Reading Room
Pete at Couchtrip (which is cheating a bit since Charlotte also tagged him, so I reckon that earns me a spare…)
Piereth at Castle Green Days
Simonne at Into the Quiet