30 Day Writing Challenge — Day 25: Four Weird Traits You Have

Trait /trāt/ (n) – a distinguishing quality or characteristic, typically one belonging to a person.

Hm. What is distinguishing about me?

First, when compared with many of my family, I have weird eating habits. I will generally choose to eat fruits and vegetables instead of most meat dishes. I am not the typical Stegmannus carnivorius. Not only do I have trouble digesting meats and highly fatty (read: fried) foods, but I love a good salad. Especially if it has crumbled blue cheese on it. I love cheese too, and thankfully, dairy doesn’t seem to bother me.

Next, I have blonde hair. While that may not be weird or different, some people tell me I don’t have blonde hair and that strikes me as weird. I guess it’s gotten darker as I have aged, but I never thought of it as any color other than blonde. I’ve never dyed it (although I am considering blue, just to see how people react). The people who tell me I’m not blonde tell me I have red hair – that was my mom’s natural hair color in her younger days, so I guess it’s genetic, but I just don’t see that much red. A year or so ago, I found my first grey hair. It didn’t worry me; it just sparkled a bit. Like me. 😉

My third trait is really a lack of a trait. I cannot smell. So yeah, that’s weird. My mother can’t either, and we have no idea why. I’ve never found any explanation, and I usually go along with people when they say something smells in any way. Unless I’m going to have to see this person all of the time, in which case, I attempt to remind them that I can’t smell and they should expect me to understand whatever smell they just complimented or condemned.

Finally, I really don’t like Johnny Depp, which apparently is weird. I don’t find him particularly attractive and most of his movies creep me out. And what’s with those purple sunglasses? The only movie I can stand him in is Chocolat – and he’s not exactly the lead character.


30 Day Writing Challenge — Day 23: A Family Member You Dislike

I plead the fifth. Do I really have to write about this?

When I was a kid, there was a sign that my mom hung in the kitchen. It had all of these little sticks, lined up, with googly eyes glued on them. Among these sticks was an acorn with those same googly eyes. If I remember correctly, the sign said “There’s one in every crowd.”

That sentiment pretty much describes every family – there’s always someone who stands out; a person whom you might not like or understand. Incidentally, I’m pretty sure I am that person in my family. While I am like my family in some ways, I am definitely different than most of my family in many ways.

But does it matter?

You know, here’s the thing: monocultures rarely persist successfully in nature — genetic diversity is necessary for survival, and so it is with families.

So go be the freak of your family. Go live in a cabin in Alaska without indoor plumbing. You’ll thank me later.