1. Link to the person who tagged you who in this case is Tornwordo, as I seemingly get most of my memes from him
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. (Not doing this, consider yourself tagged if you're reading)
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. (See parenthetical above)
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
I'll be honest, I do not get the title of this. Should it be a random list of things I've never done? That would be easy. But if you go to Rule #3, well - it doesn't sound that way - do it? I'll just run with it and see what happens.
1. I let Eileen Perry hit me (repeatedly) in 4th grade, as I was told never to hit girls. From then until high school I was considered less of a boy in the eyes of my male classmates. I'm not sure they weren't correct - but not for the reasons they thought.
2. My blood type is A- Just in case I need a transfusion. Keep that in your back pocket.
3. Until my late 20s, I had an immortal fear of needles. I was certain that when getting a blood draw, I would flex my arm, breaking the needle off into said arm. During monthly blood draws as a child, my mother and three nurses had to hold me down while the doctor did the phlebotomy.
4. I tell people Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" tour was my first concert. In reality, two years earlier, my mother dragged most of us kids to Blossom Music Center where we were subjected to the musical stylings of one Mr. Barry Manilow. It is a shame I have never mentioned until now. I blame Tornwordo for this forced revelation.
5. I had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches almost every day for lunch during 1-12th grade. My schools had no lunch programs. The best way to eat a PBJ, is to leave it in your locker for four hours with a piece of fruit on top, where the jelly is almost seeping through the top piece of bread.
6. Part of (but not all of) my self-diagnosed OCD comes with me repeating things in my head over and over again - sometimes for days on end. I cannot shut it off. It is infuriating. I once had a seemingly never ending tape of myself saying "Boutros Boutros-Galli" playing in my head. For weeks. Maybe months.
I don't really tag anybody for these things. If they want to do it - fine. If not - fine. I also found out, I could probably never get through that Facebook '25 Things About Me' list. Six was bad enough.