You know, I’m not Catholic…
…But I can see how the tradition of confession has its benefits. But I’m not going to confess all my deep, dark sins to you today. That would just use up a bunch of blog posts all in one shot, wouldn’t it?
But in the spirit of confession, and having some weird fun on Friday, I will make three random confessions to you right now about myself. Read on, and then make a random confession of your own!
Here we go…
What Makes My Skin Crawl?
There are a lot of things that make my skin crawl. But more than bugs or snakes or hippies, there is one thing that I cannot tolerate in my home.
I can’t stand the little ring of milk that gets stuck in the spoon when someone’s finished a bowl of cereal. Or the little ring of milk that gets stuck in the bottom of a glass. No, no, no. It has to go, immediately. It’s bothered me since I was a child. As an eight-year-old, I would rinse out cereal bowls that other family members had left on the kitchen counter.
Best prank ever: my college roommate littered our apartment with every spoon we owned, each with its own tiny ring of milk. Of course, he was just getting me back for covering the apartment with tiny post it notes, each with the word “moist” on them.
At the Movies
I consider myself pretty good with quoting movies. In fact, my wife now believes that every clever thing that comes out of my mouth must be a quote from a hilarious movie. (She doesn’t believe I could be so clever and amusing on my own.) But my new strategy is to just rattle off movie quotes and deny they are from any movie.
But, in my wife I have truly met my match. I can flip around channels, and land on any random movie from more than twenty years ago, and in all likelihood, I have not even seen it before. But I simply look to my wife sitting next to me, and within mere moments of seeing a Kilmer or Van Damme, she’ll be able to identify the movie, leaving me feeling like a pop culture rube, and sort of a failure to guy-dom.
Hate That Tune
Just about everyone “loves” music, though when people ask you what kind of music you love, you probably just say, “all kinds of music!”
Not me. Not only am I tone deaf, but I actually do not like most music that crosses my ears. Even musicians that I like, I only like about 10% of their catalogs.
I used to assume that I have bad taste in music. I would not suggest music in car rides or let others listen to my iPod. I guess that’s a carryover from junior high when people actually were judged by the kinds of music they listened to. But I have now come to consider myself a music hater, a connoisseur of melodies and rhythms that are repugnant to me….
…even Adele. Everyone loves her…I don’t. Not a bit.
I think the worst song that has ever pierced my eardrums has to be this commercial. If you have not already been scarred by it, then I warn you, some things can not be unheard. The screeching of the female vocalist will haunt you for days.
Whew. Glad to get that off my chest. I just had to tell someone I don’t like Adele, or I was going to bust! Okay, tell us one thing about yourself, some weird thing you like, don’t like, some unusual habit, or something about yourself that just would never come up normally in polite conversation.