… not the brightest pun, I know.
Amanda tagged me. Eight facts or habits about me.
The rules are:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Do I know 8 people that can be tagged? Successfully?
I. People who know me personally say that I can be very stubborn, hard-headed (if this phrase exists, dickschädelig). That may have something true in it.
II. I am very touchy about the tone of voice with that someone adresses me. A collegue once snared at me in the mensa like a drill sergeant on the barrack square. I had to go away, actually went to the toilet and kicked through a door; took some years before I spoke to the bastard again, because I was forced to.
III. I like to shoot guns. I am glad that I do not possess one and that their possession here is strictly limited.
IV. Sometimes I regret that I did not learn a craft. If I would have grown up where I was born, I guess I would have become a smith working with iron, blacksmith, maybe making steel, blades.
V. I was drinking too much for a long time. The worst time was at the end of the eighties when I was down to more than one bottle of Ballantine’s a day. It was no happy drinking. It was shit actually. Today I do not touch hard drinks, from time to time I have a bottle of wine.
VI. I managed to get my degree before my mother died and could show it to her. She died with the impression that my future would be safe and she wouldn’t need to worry. I can understand what Doug at his blog documents. He is in a similar situation as my father was when he took care for my mother. My father could not bring himself to realize that there is no cure for cancer (breast, lung, brain). Anything that takes away pain in the last phases is good.
VII. I burried my father at my 38th birthday and was unable to say something.
VIII. I am unable to “sell” myself. I am part of a business and we face bankerott because we insist to do what we learned and studied: Read, think, write and speak. Maybe I am just a stupid prout pathetic idiot. But I am an independent idiot.
That’s it. I do not tag 8 more, who sees this and wants to make her or his own list shall do it. Maybe some curiosities a little satisfied. :)