1. Most females love receiving flowers, or at least most of the females I know.  For many women, flowers equal insta-swoon and often times insta-forgiveness.  I am not a fan of flowers.  Don’t get me wrong–they’re very beautiful, and I love looking at them…in nature…but I don’t understand the appeal.  Someone–ok, a man–gives you beautiful, fragrant flowers that have been unceremoniously ripped from the earth, cut up and made pretty only so they can wilt and die three days later.  Honestly, that seems like a pretty pitiful metaphor to me.  Thank you, no.  I guess it would be different if men gave women potted flowers, because at least the flower can live, but that still seems weird to me.  Plus, I have a black thumb, and I don’t do horticulture.  Give me a handwritten letter or a movie or a book or chocolate or cookies or coffee.  The possibilities are endless.

2. I also think roses are overrated.  If I were to be on the receiving end of flowers by some poor soul who was unaware of the fact that I’m a freak, the flowers I would least like to receive would be roses.  I like the smell of roses, but I disagree that they are the most beautiful and elegant flower out there.  They have thorns, people.  They are clearly  very aggressive and arrogant flowers.  Haven’t you ever heard that looks aren’t everything?

3. I would rather listen to Brokencyde’s “Freaxxx” on a loop for a week than listen to a Dave Matthews song.  I would rather listen to a screaming child than listen to a Dave Matthews song.  I’d rather give up music forever than listen to a Dave Matthews song.  I do not like DMB (that acronym is missing a vowel, methinks), and I don’t know why everyone else does.  I’ve thought about it, and all I can come up with is that there’s either something wrong with me or the rest of the world.  The odds are that it’s me, but I’m going to go ahead and vote it being everyone else.  Because I can.

4. On a similar vein, Fight Club?  Yeah, I think it’s a terrible movie.  Before I watched it, my brother told me I wouldn’t like it.  I told him that everyone likes it, so why wouldn’t I?  He just shrugged his shoulders and said, “You just won’t.”  That’s…pretty much how it happened.  I’ve been told that I’d probably like the book, and one day maybe I’ll give Palahniuk a chance, but maybe I’ll try reading something else first.  You know, in case it’s really just that I hate that story.  Another movie that other people seem to love that I dislike?  Back to the Future.  I’ve never seen any of the sequels.  The first one was enough.

5. I have synesthesia.  I feel that writing it that way is misleading, because it sounds like I have some sort of medical condition.  I feel as if it makes more sense to say that I experience synesthesia.  My most prevalent form is number form.  I experience it in other ways as well, but number form is probably the most easily comprehensible.  I’ve always had that, but I never realized that it was a cognitive behavior that everyone experienced until college when I learned about it in a psychology class.  Then again, I didn’t ever really talk about how I perceive things, because that’s not exactly a normal conversation topic.  Though, if I had, perhaps I would have realized at a much younger age that I’m weirder for far more reasons than people originally thought.

6. The sun.  It burns.  End of story.  (Ok, ok, fine.)  I am pale (but not, I think, pasty white to the point of being garish), but it goes beyond that.  I don’t handle sun exposure or excessive heat well.  I get sun poisoning easily, and I burn easily, and I get sun drunk like little children do after being out for less than an hour.  I have sun issues.  I like it only when I can be in the shade.  That being said, my favorite weather is a moderate temperature (50-70), cloudy and a little windy.  This is also known as autumn.  I love rain and fog, too.  I do not like the drowned rat look, though, nor do I like all my possessions getting soaked.  Other than that, I’m down with rain.  I need more green turtle rain boots.  They were my favorite, but they got a hole in them, and now I no longer have rain boots.  Sadness and heartbreak.

7. I don’t watch the news.  I don’t read the news.  I don’t follow the news.  No, really, I’m serious.  People often don’t believe me when they find out, but it’s true.  My father can vouch for me, as can my roommate.  Everything I know, I know because someone (usually one of them) told me or because I read about it in a tweet or a post or on Facebook or something, and I usually gloss over or ignore it if I can help it.  That is not to say that I do not follow certain things, but those things are few in number.  I have my reasons and, at least for now, I still stand by them.  That will not be changing anytime in the near future.  So, good luck trying to start a conversation with me on current events.

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