Fifth Week after the Epiphany
... about me. Yep, finally did it.
- I cook a mean lasagna, but I hardly ever do it because I want to make three at a time, and decide that lasagna is somehow too expensive.
- Except for the two month period that I lost it in my backpack, I wear my name tag at work all the time. You think it’s because I want to be helpful, but it’s really because I’m terribly narcissistic and think everybody should know my name.
- One of my most surreal moments working at the bookstore was explaining to management that middle-aged Baptist women buy Beth Moore books, and that therefore we should stock them. Also, emo kids buy eyeliner, gamers have minty green skin, and the Pope is Catholic.
- I take that back – the most surreal moments probably involved the ugly guy who was angry we didn’t have more/any books on “tantric sex” (sir, I don’t know what either of those things are, frankly), or the woman who demanded that Chris draw her a map to Barnes and Noble.
- I really enjoy Science Fiction. Can’t stand Star Wars. I fell asleep in the cinema when I tried to watch the big re-releases in high school. I did watch a pirated copy of Episode I when I was in Kosovo, however. Couldn’t really follow it.
- I love horror novels, especially short stories. I can’t stand anything in the Fantasy genre.
- I’m an introvert, specifically an INTJ: the “jerk” type in the Myers-Briggs. I know what I know, and I know what I don’t know. I also know what you don’t know, which can make it really bad.
- If I like a particular food, I could eat it for at least 7 meals in a particular week. I also chew each bite 32 times.
- I once threatened to physically fight a roommate over a hygiene concern (no, not my hygiene). He moved out the next day.
- I reject much of institutionalized Christianity, but sadly, I usually accept the really unpopular bits, and condemn the parts that most people really like. That’s okay, though. It’s really bad for them.
- I have no independent taste in music or films. I watch, listen to, and generally enjoy whatever my friends tell me.
- I get really nervous that I might end a sentence with a preposition… in public.
- I’m rarely capable of hiding my emotional state. Especially when I think I’m playing things cool, people can read me like a book. It took me forever to discover this; Jim just told me one day, “I would love to play poker with you. You don’t have any unexpressed emotions.”
- There are a few people in my life, that regardless of their faults, I would defend them in almost any situation: “Really? He buried a guy in cement after knocking over a liquor store? Hm. He must have had a good reason.”
- My housemates and I rescued an old cat from the Humane Society in Summer 2007. The cat follows me around constantly and cries if I come home late. He meows constantly and annoys the piss out of all of us, but I can’t help but delight in a little critter that thinks about me all the time – could you? So much for my tough guy image. Ahem.
- Every few months, somebody sits me down to (re)explain the concept of “tact,” and explains how it might be useful in a particular situation – sometimes with diagrams. I always respond with wide eyes and a smile, and vigorous nods of my head, but never have a clue what they’re talking about.
- I was in a college play.
- No man ever loved a dead woman like I love Flannery O’Connor.
- I believe that much of the grave error in American religion stems from asking the wrong questions.
- The broader I smile at you when you talk, the wronger you must be.
- The people I trust the least are the people I never hear say “I’m sorry” to anyone.
- I have no problems beginning twenty-five sentences in a row with the word “I.” I could have a problem, I think.
- I was within a week of buying an engagement ring, once.
- I broke my neck and my back during my senior year of college.
- Sometimes I think my primary “ministry” to some people is to be an enacted parable of judgment. Demonstration to follow, so stay tuned.