. . . Mock them on the internet. I jest.

A year ago I got “tagged” for the “6 Weird Things About You” meme. Now, I don’t meme. On principle, really. Because meme-ing is dangerous. It’s like Heroine. Or Vicodin. Or daytime television. Oh, you might not think so after your first, or even your second meme. No, you will still be suffering under the delusion that exposing your inner most secrets to the world is exhilarating… Free, you feel free!

But soon enough, the need to meme will be so deeply embedded into your system that you will be begging to be tagged. Before you know it, you will be a slave to your addiction, posting meme after meme, writing your own when your stash runs dry. Getting clean after that is difficult! It’s not good people. Stay away from the meme-ing. I’m telling you… JUST SAY NO.

You’re a skeptic still. Right? You’ll just have to try it for yourself to see, right? If the frequency of “6 Weird Things” meme is any indication you’ll be tagged by it soon if you haven’t been already. I’ve been tagged with this thing 3 times in as many months. And, because I’ve done it before, I’ve felt no real compulsion to do it again. Each time, I’ve sent an apologetic note to the wanna-be pusher, “I’m sorry, but my mom said doing memes will stunt your growth.”

However, lately, this meme is absolutely unavoidable. Everybody is doing it. It’s migrated from the personal/mommy blog world into the the arts/crafty blogs and is spreading through the blog food chain up to the A-list bloggers. I defy you to find any blog where this meme isn’t staring you in the face.

Still don’t believe me? Consider this: last year that meme only had 5 Weird Things… this year it’s 6! Uh-huh, it’s growing! And you doubted me about the potency of these things.

A year ago when I posted my answers to this meme I blamed the devil for it. But really, it was just peer pressure. And now, I am at a crossroads. I can hold my position (yes, it’s drafty up here on my high-horse!) or I can give in.

I choose to compromise. After the jump you will find my original post from the archives. Because, darn it, I’ve earned my one year sobriety button and I’m not giving it up for the meme that refuses to die. And NO, I’m not tagging a soul because this has to end someday and I think it should end with me.

13 January 2006

I got tagged for this Meme by the lovely and talented HG. She will no doubt suffer great bouts of KARMA for this–but I’m going to play along. Only because she is lovely and talented. And because my inner 12 year old is screaming at the top of her lungs, “THE POPULAR GIRLS JUST INVITED YOU SIT AT THEIR TABLE FOR LUNCH. STOP BEING SUCH A DWEEB AND SAY YES. AND DON’T SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH*.” And because I hate Chinese food and the only way I can be bribed to eat it is if I have a Zima to wash it down. Guess what I had for dinner?

So, I’m supposed to tell you my five weirdest habits and then tag five other suckers people to also answer this meme. Because I have issues with authority and being told what to do and following directions–(OMG, I see where my kid gets this. Sheesh) I won’t be tagging anyone. If you read this page and you aren’t a bot and you haven’t already been tagged by another popular person–then consider yourself tagged. If I have to do it–the rest of you should suffer enjoy as well.

Ok, so here it is… the final installment of The Devil Made Me Do It–the Meme edition:

1. IZ is right… I only drink Coke products out of plastic cups. In fact, I have a preference for every beverage.
2. If I get out of bed for anything and I was sleeping on my right side, when I get back into bed I have to sleep on my left side. Even if a whole day has passed. Since I have a preference for sleeping on my right side, if I wake up in the middle of the night and need to you know… (pee) then I flip onto my left side for a few minutes so when I come back to bed I can sleep on my right side.
3. I never leave the house without lipstick on and earrings in my ears. I’m such a girl.
4. I always send up a little prayer when I hear the mail person delivering our mail, “Please, let there be a package for me!” How pathetic is that?
5. I rarely wear a watch–instead I rely on my internal clock. I’m rarely off by more than 15 minutes–and I while you would NEVER know it by my outward demeanor–I’m throwing internal conniption fits when people are late. You know how they say cleanliness is next to godliness? It’s a lie. Punctuality is. Yes it is. Stop arguing with me.

*Ok, so I snort when I laugh… You don’t?