Yes, it’s that time of the year already where I talk about all things me or as the title suggests, all things ‘weird’ in me.
It is, in fact, the 4th year that I’m doing this post. I must say each time I have actually found it to be really therapeutic not to mention fun. Maybe it’s a way of accepting oneself with the flaws, the scars and the ugliness that we are made up of along with all that considered traditionally beautiful, that makes it so refreshing. The freedom of just putting oneself out there. Whatever the reason though, I absolutely love doing this list. Maybe when I’m 50 years old, I can look into each list and see how much weirder I have got with age?
So, without further ado, here’s the list.
I’m weird because….
I rather be at home in my pajamas reading books than out at a work party.
I love being alone, doing my own thing and it never bothers me or gets on my nerves.
I get paranoid about my grown-up sister when she tells me she’s going to be living in an apartment on the 28th floor for 3 months. In fact, I ban her from going to the balcony at all not that I can actually control her!
I don’t understand why some women ‘need to eat less’ because that’s the ‘girly’ thing to do when in the company of others. The expectation and the urge to follow through on that grosses me out. In fact, when some women make a fuss about not being able to finish a plate of food because it’s ‘too much’, I have this urge to tell them to stop pretending! Yes, I know pretense when I see it.
I cannot listen to constant whining from people. Everybody has problems so please spare me yours. Go write a blog!
I don’t buy lipsticks on my own. I need my sister to approve them. In fact, all my lipsticks have been bought by her because I have no clue what to look for in a lipstick.
I find it hard to trust people the second time around. The fact is I have given enough second chances to people. Not anymore. My life and time are much too precious.
I still drink tea to dip biscuits in it.
I dream about my book being published and Brad Pitt buying its rights to make a movie out of it which wins several Oscars and I walk the red carpet in a dreamy gown with him and Benedict Cumberbatch! (Don’t laugh!) A girl can dream.
I have only recently started liking ice-cream but it is still limited to vanilla.
I miss grossing people out moving around unabashed with my pregnant tummy. Undoubtedly my best time pass when I was pregnant.
I deal with my urge for online shopping by adding things to cart and then closing the app. That way I feel like I’m shopping and still I don’t spend unnecessary money.
It annoys me that people get accolades and success so easily with substandard work as well while I have to work my but off and still zilch. Yes, I’m human and I’m bound to feel bitter sometimes.
After my husband hangs the washed clothes out to dry, I have this innate need to redo it because of course, I think that I do it better than him. I’m incorrigible. No one can help me.
I try to be mindful by reminding myself to be mindful and then I get confused about what really is being mindful!
I don’t like repeating the clothes that I wear to the office at least for a month. So, thank god, I have a sister who wears the same size!
I don’t like going to the parlor or spa. I find it tedious and exhausting.
I still need to watch my sitcoms while having dinner with no disturbance. It is my sacred time and I cannot negotiate on it.
I’m a sucker for women who stand up for themselves and speak about women’s issues. But I have zero respect for women who take advantage of the system and make the fight harder to win for the rest of us. Girl up!
I want to laugh at anyone who shows me a celebrity couple and talks about couple goals.
Men heating their packed lunch boxes at work annoy me because it just reminds me how a woman would have prepared this, how he wouldn’t have had to wake up early to prepare it for himself, how he would stay back at work late and then tell another woman the next day how she should stay back at work too. Men, multitask and then we’ll talk.
I don’t like lending my things. If you want them, buy your own especially when it comes to books.
I cannot sleep without a blanket even in summers (a thin one!) though obviously, the fan is at full speed then.
Well, I think that was enough for this year. Tell me, are you weird too? If so, what makes you so?