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After The Ball tagged me for this meme.

The rules:
List 6 weird things about you. Tag and list 6 others. Tell the 6 in their comments.

Okay, can I start by saying that I don't actually think I am all that weird? I think I am aggressively normal, really. Everyone is just like me. Nothing to see here. Except I then start telling people things and I see their eyes widen, slightly, and realize that even if I think I am normal, they don't. So here are six things about me which may or not be weird, since I am not necessarily the best judge of these things.

1. While I don't know how many black dresses I own (since I forget about some dresses which are at the cleaners or my mom's house only to remember them later) I own a lot. I definitely own over forty black dresses. I can remember how I acquired each and every one of them and, for the majority of them, how much I paid and the significant events which occurred in my life while I was wearing them.
2. I am very particular about the silverware I eat with. I like small spoons and large forks for almost everything. Maybe I can eat salad or dessert with a small fork or soup with a large spoon, but I do so under protest and only if the silverware as a whole is unfamiliar to me. I will wash forks and spoons if necessary.
3. Everything on the left side of my body is larger than on the right. My right eye, hand, foot, breast are all smaller than my left. I'll bet if we opened me up, we would find my right kidney and lung dwarfed by the corresponding organs on the left side. I am the only one who notices this.
4. I chew my hair when I am thinking. Also when I am worried or nervous.
   
5. I develop intense crushes on obscure actors and musicians (or rather, actors and musicians I perceive as obscure) and am shocked when I find out (via the internet) that other people may feel the same.
6. I have an overactive imagination. It sometimes makes life difficult. Like the time I had to stop swimming laps because I became worried a deep earth monster would break through the concrete at the deep end of the pool. People think I really like stuffed animals when the reality is I am afraid they will exact their vengeance upon me (while I am sleeping) if I do something disrespectful like put them in storage (but Kim feels the same, so how weird can this be?) I can't even see a commercial for a horror film without having nightmares.
   

Okay, so maybe I didn't quite get the point of this exercise. I think I was probably supposed to think of the light and goofy quirks about me, not the things which cause my mother to suggest I need to talk to a medical professional about my obsessive compulsive disorder and anxiety. Anyway, I tag- One Weird Mother, Stuntmother, the Kitchener Bitch, Knuknitter, Judy's Journeys, and e-Lah