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I’ve been tagged, but...
19 years ago
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Okay, as the title suggests, I’ve been tagged. I have to say, I don’t really do this kind of thing, but being that there’s probably a lot of amusement value out there in people getting to see the responses, so I’m going to participate for sake of that. While perhaps not in the spirit of things, I’m not going to tag anyone else. I’m going to “steal” Balaa’s idea and say that if you’re interested enough in reading what I’ve written here, and find yourself properly amused, then consider yourself tagged, and then act as you are compelled.
I kinda look at this as a bit of a “psychological study” of sorts, as if you get right down to it, part of the growth process is to admit when you have quirks and can discuss them openly. If you can’t talk about what makes you weird or strange, or things that you don’t like about yourself, then you’re in the “denial phase” and really need to focus there. :)
For myself, I’m going to have to steer towards the weird things rather than the hates. I’m a very progressive thinking, and when there’s things that I really don’t like about myself (or “hate” in the terms of the Tag Rules), I simply ponder the details of whatever behavior it is, and I come up with a solution, and I “fix” myself. If you don’t like something about yourself, then fix it. I guess some might find that to be a somewhat simplistic approach, but life’s just too short to stress yourself out over things that, in my opinion, you have within your power to change. So, all that being said...
Here’s a recap of the rules.
The Rules
The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" and people who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours..
Weird 1) I don’t really go into the cage with Drifter anymore. It’s admittedly because having been mauled, I tend to be somewhat sensitive to when a cougar reaches up and grabs onto my leg, and opens his muzzle enough to expose his teeth and then puts them against said, previously captured leg. Drifter, in his younger years, had more than a bit of a deviant streak (like pretty much every cougar on the planet). :) So I’m a bit of a fraidy-cat with some things. Anyway, what that means is that I spend a lot of time reaching through the gate (with the gate still closed and locked) and petting and scritching Drifter to his heart’s content. So here’s the weird part: I don’t really talk to him; I hum. I can’t even say why. I don’t have a good, psychological explanation as to why, I just do. Of course, Drifter doesn’t give a flying frisbee either way; he just wants the attention.
Weird 2) I have what’s called a “semi-eidetic memory”. It’s not entirely photographic, but dern close, although there are some things that are entirely that. It ends up being a problem for several reasons, which is why I’ve always referred to the ability as a “curse”. Most folks would say: “Oh! That’s so cool! If I could just remember everything like that, it’d be great!” In some cases, you’re right. It’s kinda cool. In others, it sucks. For example, let’s say you a firefighter, and you’re called out in the middle of the night on an assault call, requested by the local law enforcement. So you jump on the rescue and you head to the scene. Well, the scene turns out to be more than just assault. One person has literally taken a knife and killed another one with it. You are, of course, a medical service provider, so you have to get right into the middle of it all, and verify that the guy is, in fact, dead, so the deputy coroner can haul them away, and the other guy can be taken to jail on a pending murder charge. Not a particularly good night in the fire service. So in this case, if you have a close-to-picture-perfect memory, then you get to keep all the gory details of that scene right there in your head, in perfect clarity, for the rest of your life. /That’s/ why I call it a curse. And “yes”, if you’re curious, I was on the scene I described; I was a Lieutenant at the time, and was the Incident Commander for the scene that night. Not particularly my best night in the Fire Service. In a more quirky way, there's also the little problem that I can't differentiate between "medias". What I mean by that is that whether I read something, hear someone say something, or watch it on TV or in a movie, it all become pictures in my head, and I can't alyway remember how or where I heard something, it's just committed forever into the brain as imagery.
Weird 3) This one is more something that annoys people around me: I’m a hard-core perfectionist. I’m not sure if that comes from my “technical oriented” mind, or the 500-years of engineering, but in any case, I like everything that I work on to be just perfect, and most of the time, that’s just not possible. In my favor, I’m not an Obsessive-Compulsive; it’s really more that I like to put out the best quality in my work and personal life as I can, and so I put every effort into being very meticulous about things.
Weird 4) This one is something that people say makes me very intimidating; I don’t have a lot of patience, but I’ve worked in the military community for a good number of years of my life, which requires a bit of "diplomatic correctness". For those of you that don’t know, I’m a former Sailor in the US Navy, and now I’m a civilian contractor to the Navy, doing systems engineering both ashore (while the ships are pier-side) and underway (while the ships are at sea). So I am an “afloat engineer”, which means my entire life revolves around Navy ships, regardless if they’re inport or at sea. Anyway, let me get back to things: I don’t have a lot of patience (the military will surgically remove what ever patience you might have had before joining in no time!) but I can be quite “politically correct”, at least for a little while. People essentially have three chances with me when they do stupid things to or around me, and directly effect what I’m doing (or trying to do). First count) I’ll probably ignore it, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Second count) I’ll usually say something rather gently, letting them know my position on things, in a suggestive, polite way. Third count) I’ll give them a patented, predatory glare, and speak quite a bit more bluntly on the topic at paw...er...hand, and Forth count) I’ll just rare back, take a deep breath, and just let them have it with both, proverbial barrels. If people can’t take the hint after I’ve been rather blunt with them, then I go totally predator after that. Darwinism at work! (No pun intended) Survival of the fittest (aka non-stupid)!
Weird 5) Some people really hate me because I am a completely non-linear thinker. Most people think in straight-line reason: "A" leads to "B" which leads to "C" and so on an so forth. For me, I might start out at "A", zoom out to "M", back to "F", and then proceed out to "R", and arrive at an odd but apt solution. Perhaps this sounds like I’m tooting my own horn, and if so, then so be it: I have a high IQ. I’ve taken two tests in my life, and scored 148 and 152 respectively. Does that mean I’m really bright? Yes and no. I’m just as stupid as the next guy when I’m out of my element. But as most people might not be aware, there’s really two sides to “intelligence”. For example, how many really smart people have you met that when it comes to “common sense” things, are total morons? Another interesting characteristic about people is that in general, if they’re smart, then typically, they have very little “hands-on” skills. In other words, they can tell you every single part in an engine, and what it’s for, but if it came down to actually disassembling said engine and changing out one of those parts, they couldn’t do it in a billion years. For me, the Spirits gifted me with a high intelligence, as well as common sense and great “hands-on” ability. I can do mechanics with the best of ‘em! I can build a house. Or, on the other side of the coin, I can design one, right down to how many electrical sockets go on this wire, and what size breaker needs to go there. So in other words, I’m a total freak of nature.
Weird 6) While I was still active duty in the Navy, one of my buddies and I were sitting at a table for scraps - that’s “midwatch rations” for you non-military types out there, also called “scraps” because it’s essentially left-overs from lunch and dinner - and he was commenting about my educational endeavors. Also for those of you that don’t know me well, I have a few, college degrees. 9.75, to be exact, 2.75 of them at the doctorate level (i've never finished the PhD in Wildlife Biology). So my buddy was just completing his BS in computers, and he said: “Some people /earn/ their degrees and other people /collect/ them.” So yes; I’m a collector. I guess you could say I’m highly ejumekated. For me, it’s all just bathroom wall-paper. If you put a real high value on education, then you’ve not been around animals very closely. The truth is, to Macumba, you taste exactly the same if you dropped out of the fifth-grade, or if you’ve completed your fifth PhD. }:>
So that’s it. If all my journals and stories and pix comments have not yet proved without doubt that I’m a rather strange kitty, then this will probably go a longs ways in helping you to formulate your conlusion to that effect.
For those of you that’ve taken all the time to read everything, thanks. I hope you’ve learned something new. Oh, and BTW, you're tagged. :)
Sincerely Submitted,
ShastaCat
I kinda look at this as a bit of a “psychological study” of sorts, as if you get right down to it, part of the growth process is to admit when you have quirks and can discuss them openly. If you can’t talk about what makes you weird or strange, or things that you don’t like about yourself, then you’re in the “denial phase” and really need to focus there. :)
For myself, I’m going to have to steer towards the weird things rather than the hates. I’m a very progressive thinking, and when there’s things that I really don’t like about myself (or “hate” in the terms of the Tag Rules), I simply ponder the details of whatever behavior it is, and I come up with a solution, and I “fix” myself. If you don’t like something about yourself, then fix it. I guess some might find that to be a somewhat simplistic approach, but life’s just too short to stress yourself out over things that, in my opinion, you have within your power to change. So, all that being said...
Here’s a recap of the rules.
The Rules
The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" and people who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours..
Weird 1) I don’t really go into the cage with Drifter anymore. It’s admittedly because having been mauled, I tend to be somewhat sensitive to when a cougar reaches up and grabs onto my leg, and opens his muzzle enough to expose his teeth and then puts them against said, previously captured leg. Drifter, in his younger years, had more than a bit of a deviant streak (like pretty much every cougar on the planet). :) So I’m a bit of a fraidy-cat with some things. Anyway, what that means is that I spend a lot of time reaching through the gate (with the gate still closed and locked) and petting and scritching Drifter to his heart’s content. So here’s the weird part: I don’t really talk to him; I hum. I can’t even say why. I don’t have a good, psychological explanation as to why, I just do. Of course, Drifter doesn’t give a flying frisbee either way; he just wants the attention.
Weird 2) I have what’s called a “semi-eidetic memory”. It’s not entirely photographic, but dern close, although there are some things that are entirely that. It ends up being a problem for several reasons, which is why I’ve always referred to the ability as a “curse”. Most folks would say: “Oh! That’s so cool! If I could just remember everything like that, it’d be great!” In some cases, you’re right. It’s kinda cool. In others, it sucks. For example, let’s say you a firefighter, and you’re called out in the middle of the night on an assault call, requested by the local law enforcement. So you jump on the rescue and you head to the scene. Well, the scene turns out to be more than just assault. One person has literally taken a knife and killed another one with it. You are, of course, a medical service provider, so you have to get right into the middle of it all, and verify that the guy is, in fact, dead, so the deputy coroner can haul them away, and the other guy can be taken to jail on a pending murder charge. Not a particularly good night in the fire service. So in this case, if you have a close-to-picture-perfect memory, then you get to keep all the gory details of that scene right there in your head, in perfect clarity, for the rest of your life. /That’s/ why I call it a curse. And “yes”, if you’re curious, I was on the scene I described; I was a Lieutenant at the time, and was the Incident Commander for the scene that night. Not particularly my best night in the Fire Service. In a more quirky way, there's also the little problem that I can't differentiate between "medias". What I mean by that is that whether I read something, hear someone say something, or watch it on TV or in a movie, it all become pictures in my head, and I can't alyway remember how or where I heard something, it's just committed forever into the brain as imagery.
Weird 3) This one is more something that annoys people around me: I’m a hard-core perfectionist. I’m not sure if that comes from my “technical oriented” mind, or the 500-years of engineering, but in any case, I like everything that I work on to be just perfect, and most of the time, that’s just not possible. In my favor, I’m not an Obsessive-Compulsive; it’s really more that I like to put out the best quality in my work and personal life as I can, and so I put every effort into being very meticulous about things.
Weird 4) This one is something that people say makes me very intimidating; I don’t have a lot of patience, but I’ve worked in the military community for a good number of years of my life, which requires a bit of "diplomatic correctness". For those of you that don’t know, I’m a former Sailor in the US Navy, and now I’m a civilian contractor to the Navy, doing systems engineering both ashore (while the ships are pier-side) and underway (while the ships are at sea). So I am an “afloat engineer”, which means my entire life revolves around Navy ships, regardless if they’re inport or at sea. Anyway, let me get back to things: I don’t have a lot of patience (the military will surgically remove what ever patience you might have had before joining in no time!) but I can be quite “politically correct”, at least for a little while. People essentially have three chances with me when they do stupid things to or around me, and directly effect what I’m doing (or trying to do). First count) I’ll probably ignore it, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Second count) I’ll usually say something rather gently, letting them know my position on things, in a suggestive, polite way. Third count) I’ll give them a patented, predatory glare, and speak quite a bit more bluntly on the topic at paw...er...hand, and Forth count) I’ll just rare back, take a deep breath, and just let them have it with both, proverbial barrels. If people can’t take the hint after I’ve been rather blunt with them, then I go totally predator after that. Darwinism at work! (No pun intended) Survival of the fittest (aka non-stupid)!
Weird 5) Some people really hate me because I am a completely non-linear thinker. Most people think in straight-line reason: "A" leads to "B" which leads to "C" and so on an so forth. For me, I might start out at "A", zoom out to "M", back to "F", and then proceed out to "R", and arrive at an odd but apt solution. Perhaps this sounds like I’m tooting my own horn, and if so, then so be it: I have a high IQ. I’ve taken two tests in my life, and scored 148 and 152 respectively. Does that mean I’m really bright? Yes and no. I’m just as stupid as the next guy when I’m out of my element. But as most people might not be aware, there’s really two sides to “intelligence”. For example, how many really smart people have you met that when it comes to “common sense” things, are total morons? Another interesting characteristic about people is that in general, if they’re smart, then typically, they have very little “hands-on” skills. In other words, they can tell you every single part in an engine, and what it’s for, but if it came down to actually disassembling said engine and changing out one of those parts, they couldn’t do it in a billion years. For me, the Spirits gifted me with a high intelligence, as well as common sense and great “hands-on” ability. I can do mechanics with the best of ‘em! I can build a house. Or, on the other side of the coin, I can design one, right down to how many electrical sockets go on this wire, and what size breaker needs to go there. So in other words, I’m a total freak of nature.
Weird 6) While I was still active duty in the Navy, one of my buddies and I were sitting at a table for scraps - that’s “midwatch rations” for you non-military types out there, also called “scraps” because it’s essentially left-overs from lunch and dinner - and he was commenting about my educational endeavors. Also for those of you that don’t know me well, I have a few, college degrees. 9.75, to be exact, 2.75 of them at the doctorate level (i've never finished the PhD in Wildlife Biology). So my buddy was just completing his BS in computers, and he said: “Some people /earn/ their degrees and other people /collect/ them.” So yes; I’m a collector. I guess you could say I’m highly ejumekated. For me, it’s all just bathroom wall-paper. If you put a real high value on education, then you’ve not been around animals very closely. The truth is, to Macumba, you taste exactly the same if you dropped out of the fifth-grade, or if you’ve completed your fifth PhD. }:>
So that’s it. If all my journals and stories and pix comments have not yet proved without doubt that I’m a rather strange kitty, then this will probably go a longs ways in helping you to formulate your conlusion to that effect.
For those of you that’ve taken all the time to read everything, thanks. I hope you’ve learned something new. Oh, and BTW, you're tagged. :)
Sincerely Submitted,
ShastaCat
In any case, I'm glad you like the critters. They make life wonderful, IMHO.
Hopefully you're intelligent enough to get yourself out of trouble too. :P
I guess the moral of the story is: "Don't get caught!", huh? }:>
I have to say, by far, my most favorite part of your meme. And as far as patience, I would say you have been rather patient with me ;)...but then I do hope I haven't stepped on too many of your toes.
AlsoI think I need not say what I tend to think of memes in general, it would seem you read my journal! But I am glad you took it, gave me a bit more insight into your mind.
I don't think you've every tried my patience at all. It has been quite fun conversing with you over time. It started out with a simple question about a painting - which looks wonderful hanging on the office wall, btw - to actually getting to know you a bit. It's always great to meet and get to know new people, and I'm certainly honored to have met you. :)
I agree about the meme's; but "yes", I rather enjoyed reading your journal entry. I very much liked your approach to "tagging" the next bunch, so I "stole it". :)
I've never really done meme's, less the first introduction, as I figure that most people can get to know me by reading what I write in the journals here. That's the real me, the from-the-heart stuff, which I think is what really matters. I guess if crying over a dead cat makes me a sap, then so be it, but it's unarguably me.
Anyway, enough babble from me! Have a great day, M'Lady!
And my apologies for the random tangent.
I'm a US citizen, born and raised here, but because I look like an Iraqi terrorist, I get flagged almost every time going through Customs, coming back into the country. It's a bit ironic, being that I work for the Navy, and I'm out there supporting the Navy missions, but I still get flagged. Government bureaucracy at it's finest! So I can certainly relate, although my experiences are monumentally minor comparing to yours, I'm sure.
In any case, if anyone ever give you a bunch of static over education, now you have a witty response for them!
I'm much more interested in the "youyou" things, as it let me get to know people better. But perhaps I have a warped perspective of the universe. :)
I wait expectantly, Sir Kaine!