My Oddities
I think everyone has them. Some of us aren’t even aware of it, but we do. Oddities can be certain behaviors , those little peculiarities that make us different and special. Oh yeah, and really weird.
I know some people who are extremely ashamed of their own personal oddities. ,Maybe the name gives it bad publicity.
Why try and keep them secret ? I think that they are what makes us cool, showing everyone that we have our own path in life, and we don’t give a rat’s bottom about society’s rules. Just to make things clear, I’m not talking about anything illegal here, OK ? Sexual perverts and Serial killers are certainly interesting, but that’s beside the point.
What I’m saying is that I’m weird. But I don’t hide it, and everyone who knows me for a short while knows my oddities and is used to them. So, as a service to you, my trusty blog readers, here is a my non-exhaustive list of personal oddities :
– I wear hats. That’s right. And it’s not because I don’t want people to know I’m bald. Heck, I take it off when I’m indoors. No good reason for this one, other than I just think they look cool. On me, that is. Not everyone can carry that look…
– OK, so I’m not a smoker. That’s because I took a neder (a very high oath) to a friend who didn’t want to see me get addicted. And according to that vow, I can never buy myself a pack of smokes. It’s been almost two years, no pack bought yet. I do however buy single cigarettes, buy my friends cigarette packs to share with me, and occasionally, I scrounge ciggies from others. The vow was very specific…
– I’m not a real vegetarian. That is, I consider myself a vegetarian, but many other people do not. I don’t eat anything that had a mother, except for one day of the month.
The reason for this weird trait is simple. I used to get the meat craves about once a month ever since I turned veggie-head. I would wake up in the middle of the night, and start walking like a zombie, not knowing what I’m doing. That was followed by eating cold salami I found in the fridge. The next morning I would wake up guilty, like after a bad one night stand.
Eating meat once a month, usually pampering myself with a good restaurant meal, put an end to it.
– I cannot sleep with even a speck of light in the room. And if light does enter, out of a crack in the shutters, for example, I wake up. That’s why I’m the proud owner of (trumpets, please) one sleeping mask.
In my army days, when I used to have soldiers under my command, we used to go out on missions outside the base, and sleep in a campsite we built for the night. Just so I won’t wake up too early, I put my mask on, only to get “don’t forget taking your make-up off, miss” from insolent soldiers.
I’ll try to add some more oddities, if I can think of them,
Lots of love,
Almog
