Daily Prompt: The Old Normal

This Daily Prompt was made just for me. Well, not really, but you get where I’m coming from. It matches me nicely.

Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

First, let me say that I don’t at all think of my life as boringly normal. Others might, but not I. Here are the six items about lil old me, not in any particular order:

  • I could, if I was independently wealthy, be a hermit. No, really. I mean, not going outside barely ever. I am perfectly content staying in, hanging out in the pajamas, writing. Ah, now there’s a great day.
  • I love to watch television. I have been a horror-movie buff for many years and enjoy cartoons (especially “The Herculoids” and “Jonny Quest”–the original ones from the ’60s).
  • I was originally left-handed. Because it was a thousand years ago, there were no left-handed scissors or anything like that and my dad refused to have a left-handed child (that’s another story) so he insisted that I be taught to use my right hand. Now I’m just confused.
  • I love going out into the ocean, having been born at the shore, but I can’t swim.
  • I am most likely addicted to technology.
  • I have decided that this year will be my year to write a novel; I’ve already signed up for the 2013 NaNoWriMo 🙂

And there you have it.

(6) Comments

  1. When I was about three, I had rheumatic fever. During visits to the specialist, my mother commented that I had started stuttering badly. The specialist asked if I were left-handed. My mother told him I was and he asked if she had been trying to make me right-handed. Well, of course my mother said, “Yes, because left-handers are looked down on.” The specialist (bless his cotton socks) told her to stop it immediately as my left-handedness was very pronounced. Result? No more stuttering. I love being a left-hander. I never had trouble using scissors in my left hand but recently, I thought I’d treat myself to some left-handed scissors. Guess what? LOL I can’t use them! They just refuse to cut anything. Very weird.

    1. Wow! Praise the Lord that you are okay now, and for the doctor who had enough sense to let you be. Wish I’d been that fortunate sometime. Out of my mom’s siblings I think two are right-handed and two are left-handed. My one left-handed uncle has the most lovely penmanship, even now that he’s in his 70s. Mom’s leaves a bit to be desired. The two righties both have lovely penmanship also. Mine is passable but had I been left to my own devices I might have followed in the family line 😉

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