I’ve been tagged by this particular meme a number of times now, so I figure I’ll get it out of the way. But I’m lazy, so unlikely to tag 25 people (and besides, how do you pick 25 people?)
Anyhue, things you may or may not know about me:
1) I’m a pretty sore loser. Which is why I don’t compete.
2) I’m incredibly competitive. Which is ALSO why I don’t compete.
3) I’m irritatingly lazy. Which is a third reason why I don’t compete.
4) I love doing things I’m good at (assuming I don’t have to make any real effort to be good at them) and have managed to avoid a lot of things I’m bad at. Which is a fourth reason not to compete.
5) I resent the fact that despite a couple of close run things, I’ve never actually won ANYTHING (and by which I don’t mean lotteries – though that’s true too.) I tell myself that the reason I don’t win things is because I don’t compete, but … that’s just to stifle that inner sobbing.
6) My mum was an English Protestant, my dad is a Belfast Catholic (non-practising, whatever that means) so I’ve never felt a particular allegiance to the Catholic or Protestant communities. (And for a bonus: we once had a petrol bomb thrown through our window, when I was the only one staying at home – the drunken eejit who threw it didn’t manage to light it though, so it just ended up as a petroleum+sugar smear on the wall of the sitting room)
7) I’m, startlingly proud of being from Norn Iron – even though there’s little reason to be, beyond an accident of birth.
I was christened at five. Or six. I’m not sure.
9) I’m the eldest of five sons.
10) My brother, Mark, passed away in 1997 – he was 26, one year younger than me.
11) My mum passed away three months after I got married, and a month before my wife got pregnant with our first son.
12) The happiest day of my life (and we’ll assume all the other obvious days were better – like birth of son, etc) was when Andy Diggle told me I’d get my first commission. My mouth was sore from smiling.
13) I’ve walked away from jobs/friends/degree and never looked back. This is probably a very unpleasant aspect of me, but it’s how it is.
14) My family thought I was gay when I was younger. Probably because of my predilection for drawing male superheroes – which I only drew because I thought drawing female ones would make me look like a pervert.
15) I like words.
16) I keep hoping I’ll stumble across that one thing that I’m REALLY fupping amazing at. Everytime I try something new, I think ‘Maybe THIS is it!’. So far? zip.
17) If I pay attention, I can remember every word and nuance of a conversation. I rarely pay attention.
18) I often joke that I MUST be clever, because how else would I have done so well in my life while being this lazy. I say it as a joke but I genuinely believe it.
19) I am vain.
20) I’m a pacifist. But that might be borne out of laziness (and my strict avoidance of any sort of competition)
21) When I was a kid I had a recurring fantasy that the world would have a nuclear holocaust and I’d live in a bunker why my family and a massive video selection with enough food for us to live there forever. This wasn’t a nightmare fantasy, it was more a lovely daydream to while away the hours.
22) When I do something I know to be wrong I’m wracked with guilt for YEARS. This is the unpleasent side effect of a catholic upbringing (AND I didn’t even get full bore catholic – god knows how mad I’d be if I did…)
23) I need attention. A LOT of attention – but only if I’ve directed it at me, I don’t want attention unless I call for it.
24) I’m rubbish at introducing myself or going up to someone and saying hello. But if I’m introduced or THEY say hello, I’m very good that running from there.
25) I have a funny birthmark on my bum.
That’s it, your 25.