The lovely gaelikkaa has tagged me and I’ve accepted the challenge to describe myself in seven words. Pfftt seven’s a small number right? Too easy! Then you get to number five… That’s when you start wondering if you need to take a personality quiz. Yes, I’m an idiot. Shall we start with that as my first descriptive word?
Honestly, it’s harder than it sounds. Pick the wrong words and you’ll have the government’s special forces knocking on your door.
Did you know that this is now recognized as a real addiction by specialists?
I don’t actually HAVE a fear of numbers but I’m only allowed one word and “mathematically challenged” is two (I can actually count – yes my mother is very proud). I do, however, HATE maths, hence my passing on a career in finance or banking.
The books have almost an entire room to themselves. A normal person would probably sell them or throw them out *gasp* but the strange thing is that while I can’t remember where I put my keys I can usually remember a book just by skimming its blurb.
To the point where I’m fascinated by people who aren’t. You DON’T want the shiny trophy? Seriously?
Now I can’t remember who has been tagged and who hasn’t (perhaps I should have said forgetful up there somewhere). So if you would like to take on the Magnificent Seven consider yourself challenged and remember your dueling pistols.
I leave you with this question: if you had to describe yourself (not what you do that’s cheating ;) ) in ONE word what would it be?