Tagged again....

For crying out loud... looks like no matter how much I ignore it this tag thing won't go away....
Ok.. where are all those rules again? I don't see....
the rules...

- Link to the person that tagged you. - that would be Crystal na Neema
- Post the rules on your blog. - how to do that?
- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. - all my quirks and habits are important to me
- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. - does random have to be part of their blog title or name?
- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website - Nobody is random in my sphere. You all count buddies... though I know you not.(Bry, Potash, Shiroh,Snoop)

First, I am fairly new to this blogging thing but not necessarily to writing... I write when I am happy, sad, elated, depressed, bored etcetera.... I draw the line at drunk only because multitasking is not......... Now, you may not consider most of what I put down on paper or kompyuter writing, but thats your beef not mine.

Second, I recently learnt, (while watching CSI), that my greatest fear is the fear of getting known..... Apparently this fear of being found out has had me building walls upon walls upon wall, and moats on either side and then starting the foundation of another.... I'd go on but I might inadvertently disclose something revealing about me.

Third - I hardly ever watch TV which I guess is why it always turns out to be a journey of self-discovery (see above). When I do its usually a movie... Or something with an end.... I hate getting hooked to serials.... reminds me of scrumming for front row seats in High School (of all places) to watch 'The Bold and the not so Beautiful' on Sunday nights after preps.... imagine that in an 'All boys' high school. Just the thought of it .... pure embarrassment.

Moving right along... I am a terrible liar..... As in I tell terrible lies or I am terrible b'coz I lie.... I wish I lied terribly but that wouldn't work coz then everyone would know that I am a liar.... I tell the truth too but usually in an unbelievable way(lie format); so that you never know whether I am lying or telling the truth... and even when you know that I may be telling the truth, you will be wanting to not believe me and thus I will have lied to you truly.

Lastly.... I find myself very confus(ed)ing... I tried and tried and tried to understand myself but the harder I tried the less of me I knew.... so finally in total disgust, I gave up, shrugged my shoulders, washed my hands, threw in the towel,..... so on n so forth.... simply put I stopped trying and kept drinking.... and Voila / Vodka..... there it was; clear as daylight.... except it was in the middle of the night.... last night as a matter of fact.... sic! Now I know where to find myself:)....... In a barroom full of white people dancing to black music and sipping from Chinese glasses..... in there in the 'Men Only' bathroom is a grimy mirror with a crack right down its middle..... I glanced at it and therein I found myself.... hanging(on for dear life) over the edge.... terrified, of plunging into this dark madness they call sanity. Or is it sobriety? Funny, I never can tell.

Did I mention I work in a state hospital? I guess that would be my last quirk or habit or unimportant importantness..... jeez, where is spell check when you need her the most......

Now I have to go and embarrass myself some more - tagging people I have no business tagging.... I tell you... the things we do for love....