So, here’s the thing. I’m kind of boring when I’m writing. I can’t tell you what’s going on with my characters right now, and that’s really the bulk of what’s going on with me at the moment. But I realized the other day that I started the 100 things meme and stopped at 79 in May of 2009. I think it’s time to get back to it!
80. I compose e-mails in my head while I’m away from the computer. Which is great, until I think I’ve actually sent the email when I haven’t. I wish there were a way to just download my thoughts and send them. I’ve tried dictation software, but it’s not effective for me. So if you feel I owe you an e-mail, there’s a big chance that it’s bouncing around my brain.
81. I don’t like birthdays, so I don’t tend to tell people when mine is. One of my friends feels it’s unfair that I know his birthday when he doesn’t know mine. He’s been calling every day since mid-January to sing happy birthday to my voicemail in protest. If you do know when my birthday is, don’t tell. Let’s see how long he keeps it up.
82. The birthday thing has nothing to do with age, I just like ordinary days better than “special” ones.
83. I have a high tolerance/need for alone time. I absolutely love people and can be incredibly social, but I have learned that I’m most productive when I balance that with time alone.
84. I have a fear of having a fear of heights (Acrophobiaphobia?). At Ithaca, I had to do set construction crew for a show freshman year. I was kind of a tomboy and spent a lot of time climbing trees as a kid. So when they needed someone to climb up to the catwalk, lean over the railing, and grab a backdrop hanging a few feet away, I volunteered, because I thought it would be cool to get to walk around up there. I climbed up (I think it was 60 feet in the air, but maybe this has turned into a fish story – 40 feet?), got halfway across the catwalk and started to grab for the backdrop. I suddenly thought that if I pulled too hard when I grabbed the backdrop, I could stumble and fall off the other side of the catwalk. The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees and COULD NOT MOVE. AT ALL. My body completely gave out on me, and it came out of nowhere. It took the crew chief and a few other crew members about 20 minutes to talk me down. Someone finally had to come up and crawl back down with me, step by step. It was mortifying, and so frightening to have my body/mind fail on me that way. Now, I get major heebie jeebies about heights, but it’s not a fear of falling as much as a fear of triggering that kind of fear response. I never want to feel that frozen again.
85. As a teenager, I worked in an office that played adult contemporary music over the intercom. As a result, I know the words to an obscenely wide array of easy listening songs, which I sing at J when random words/situations remind me of them. For example: Getting a bogie in Wii golf the other day meant J had to listen to me singing this all afternoon.
86. I completely and totally realize how lucky I am to have married a man with such a great sense of humor and incredible patience.