I was inspired by both the current trend on Facebook and my sister-in-law to post a “Twelve Things About Me” list. I’ve enjoyed reading other people’s lists, but I’ve been hesitant to “Like” any of them because I’d end up with twenty different numbers. I don’t consider myself a very interesting person, but I suppose I have a few quirks that I could share, especially right now when things are grinding too slowly for any exciting posts.
1. I love going to the dentist. It’s relaxing for me, especially when they use any tool that vibrates. I’ve thought about asking if they could use the drill just for fun, but I’ve never actually done it.
2. Before I met Jon, I was engaged to be married to someone else. Through a series of weird and crazy hijinks, that relationship ended, and I met Jon shortly after. Though I believe everything went according to a bigger plan, it still sometimes scares me to think that just one small choice would have meant possibly never meeting the greatest guy I know.
3. I’ll take comfort over fashion any day. I don’t even know what fashion is. Sometimes I think I should have a look that’s specifically “me,” but then I think of the work that might take, and I just stick with comfort.
4. I love getting older. When I lived in Sault Ste. Marie, I was inspired by some older women who were successful and content with their lives who told me that it all came with age. Since then, I’ve looked forward to getting older, getting wiser, and getting better. With each year, I learn more and find more contentment. I’ve also learned that things don’t have to be all or nothing, and this has lead to a great deal of mental, physical, and emotional development for me.
5. Every spring, I become painfully homesick for the Soo and spend a lot of time nostalgic for the years I called it my home.
6. I have a very hard time keeping in touch with people, and I know it’s made some people I love mad at me. It’s not that I don’t love my long distance friends and family, even the ones I haven’t seen in years, but I realize that people’s interests and what they have in common change as they get older, and I’m not always sure if I have enough to say. Because of this, Facebook has been good for me, and though people don’t think “Liking” means anything, it’s my way of letting people know I still care.
7. I have dealt with depression for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t pinpoint what it was until college. I don’t remember ever stigmatizing it or hiding it. I’ve never felt shame for being depressed, only frustration that I have to fight it, and it makes me sad when others DO feel shame and won’t get help. I struggled for several years trying to find what worked for me. There is not one cure for everyone, and finding your own can be challenging, but it can also be worth it.
8. I have almost no maternal instinct, and I’ve never seen myself as a mother, probably because every doctor I’ve ever seen has told me my chances of getting pregnant are slim to none. I think I’m too selfish to raise a child. Having said that, if a miracle does happen, I’m planning to roll with it and do the best I can…after I get over the shock.
9. I’ve written about seven novels. I’ve published none of them. I think this is partially out of fear and partially out of sheer laziness.
10. If you recommend something to me, like a book or a movie, I may or may not get around to it. If you tell me NOT to watch or read something because it was too graphic/disturbing/scary, etc., I will make it a point to find it and consume it as soon as possible. I attribute some of these to a high tolerance of media that came from starting my horror movie and novel hobbies early in life. To be honest, though, some of it is just plain contrariness.
11. I do not like politics or politicians, and I will very rarely engage in discussion regarding either. When I do, it’s with people I know I can agree to disagree with.
12. I used to be very affectionate, but over the past few years, I’ve actually lost some of that ability. I went from being someone who hugged everyone in high school and college to someone who gets a little weirded out when someone tries to hug me (family and close friends excluded…I hug my husband all the time). However, if I think you need a hug, I will hug the heck out of you…for your own good.
I think I’ve just proved that I kind of like talking about myself. But I think you knew that already…
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