Five Random Things About Robyn Roste

This is a list of five random things about Robyn Roste (me). However, it’s proving difficult to write because I’m not really sure what is considered random.

five random things about Robyn Roste

Five random things about Robyn Roste

This is a list of five random things about me. Five random things about Robyn Roste.

However, it’s proving difficult to write. I’m not really sure what is considered random and what is considered quirky, weird or otherwise strange.

Perhaps these things all fall within the same category, I surmised, and quickly set about to finding definitions of all these words to ensure I was, in fact, composing the correct, the very randomist, list.

My findings were as follows

  • Random: proceeding, made or occurring without definite aim, reason or pattern
  • Quirky: an unpredictable or unaccountable act or event
  • Weird: fantastic; bizarre
  • Otherwise strange: unusual, extraordinary or curious; odd; queer

I don’t feel there’s a ton of leeway in these definitions. And I don’t feel qualified to distinguish between my “random” and “otherwise” traits.

However, I have been tagged. And I’ve have now wasted a week weighing definitions and procrastinating. So now I shall provide a list and hope it is random enough.

Five Random Things about Robyn Roste:

  1. I have a love for lists, especially Top Five lists. Therefore, I cannot pass up the opportunity to write, yet another, list. I’m not sure what it is about lists exactly but I’m the psychologist in me would like to figure this out, some day
  2. When reading a brochure or newspaper I generally find myself reading it out of order. Not necessarily back-to-front, but definitely not front-to-back. I think it’s my unconscious, rebellious side who refuses to read in the order some PUBLISHER chooses for me
  3. My favourite people are the ones who don’t like me. I enjoy patronizing these people by pretending I don’t notice their dislike and acting as if we are great friends. The goal is to see if I am capable of winning him or her over. I think this is a silly thing to do in general but there is something in me that honestly doesn’t understand why I’m diskliked
  4. I wear cardigans a lot. This started in high school because I wanted people to see my cool t-shirts but needed something thicker because I sweat a lot. I couldn’t have people seeing my sweaty armpits so I solved the problem by wearing cardigans over my t-shirts. I think this is why the hippies at school started talking to me, because of the cardigans. But I can’t be sure.

    But wait, there’s more

    I’ve continued wearing cardigans but it’s because I can never decide whether I’m hot or cold and can’t be bothered with pulling things over my head, rather than the fear of sweat stains under my arms.

  5. The best time in my life was in Vancouver, five or six years ago. I was entrusted with the duty of popping about a hundred balloons and couldn’t do it (it’s my thing) so I loaded them into my car and drove home.

OK I’ll Tell You A Little More

Days later the balloons were still in my car, so I admitted my issue to a friend. We spent the next two weeks driving (secretly) to our friend’s houses in the middle of the night and leaving the balloons and assorted presents on their doorsteps (or cars or mail boxes) anonymously.

The trek took us all over the Lower Mainland and it was great fun to hear about the discoveries of the gifts, especially when people started trying to figure out who it was (by guessing who would be next) and began staking out homes in the hopes of catching these fiends who were leaving gifts and balloons unannounced.

It was known as “stealth moding.” My friend and I wore all black on our evenings out and we would drive without lights and sneak to our various friend’s houses and pray there were no dogs or automatic lights. In some cases we had to run very fast but were never caught in the act.

The climax of stealth moding was when I had moved to Alberta and my friend to Saskatchewan. I convinced three friends to drive with me, in the middle of the night, the five hours there and five hours back to leave balloons and gifts on her car for her to discover in the morning. It was the dead of winter so the balloons popped (boo) on the car but the gifts held up well and once back in Alberta I received a very angry phone call regarding the stealth mode.

Seems the gifts weren’t appreciated, since I drove 10 hours to deliver them and hadn’t bothered to say hello.

This is a list of five random things about Robyn Roste. However, it's proving difficult to write because I'm not really sure what is considered random and what is considered quirky, weird or otherwise strange. Perhaps these things all fall within the same category, I surmised, and quickly set about to finding definitions of all these words to ensure I was, in fact, composing the correct, the very randomist, list

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