I’ve learned through the years that it takes a really long time to get to know somebody. Not just in passing or to know where they’re from, what they like to do,who they love…These things are too commonly marked as the ways to know someone for who they are. It’s hard to actually take the time to know somebody and this is why stereotyping is so easy to do. It’s convenient. But people are so much more complex than that. We are all made up of millions and millions of little pieces, flaws, thoughts,insecurities,quirks, etc…that really make us who we are. Thought I’d give you a few of my little pieces in return for yours. (No,crazy. This does not mean mail me your left toe. It means you have to tell me some little things about you too!)
-I feel rebellious really easily. Today a girl in class asked me to go outside with her on our break to smoke a cigarette. I never smoke but I decided to ask for one. Gives me a little giddy rush even though I don’t even inhale and everyone laughs at me for the way I hold it. I am so not a bad-ass.
-My imagination is too wild for my own good. I’ve changed phones recently and got an unknown text message today saying “Hey girl! Have you missed me at all? Only two more weeks. :)” My common sense tells me this is a friend but my lack of it goes crazy. “Missed…who? Is this sarcasm? Am I going to be killed in two weeks!? This is like one of those horror movies,I just know it!” My mind continued in circles until I got the text back. It was a friend,after all.
-I am easily amused and extremely dorky. Bad combination. Yesterday I found an online baby-making machine. I made my husband and I’s first child ONLINE. Dude. I thought he/she was pretty cute (though I would never put it in that atrocious bunny outfit…) and attempted to wake Robby up and show him last night. He just snored at me but I knew in his heart he was such a proud father. The kid has our little lips and big forehead and everything!!!
-I live off of fast food. In fact, Mcdonald’s Double Cheeseburger is the only burger I can stand to eat.
-I am a pouter. If something upsets me or I don’t get my way, I turn into a big pouty brat. Husband caught me pouting the other day and took a picture. Jerk.
-But I also get over things really quickly. I sometimes hate this about myself, but I can’t stay mad for more than a day or so, no matter what. I remember I used to try to make myself stay mad as a kid, because gosh darnit, I needed to stay mad to kill my brother later. It never worked. Above is the picture of Robby making me laugh a few seconds after my pouting had begun.
-My dad passed down a lot of good to me, but also a couple that might be considered bad. I have my daddy’s temper. I speak before I think, Act on my impulses, and say things I instantly regret. On that same note, I have my daddy’s pride. So no matter how bad I feel, you will very rarely hear me take it back or apologize.
-It’s hard for me to become determined about something, but when I am, I’ll get ‘er done. Yesterday at Starbuck’s a couple had an argument in Spanish and I could understand about 90 percent of it!It was a redundant argument but I was so freakin’ proud that I became even more driven to become fluent one day. Also. The conversation was so amusing to me I have to share:
(After asking them what they wanted)
Man: Frappucino. Perro, caliente. (He wants a frap but hot)
Woman: No. Frap es no caliente. Hace frio. (She’s telling him it’s cold.)
Man: Si. Perro yo quiero Mocha Frap caliente. (Yes. But I want it hot)
Woman: PERRO Frap hace FRIO! (You idiot *her tone of voice said that* The Frap is cold.)
This is where I jump in and tell them, in English, that the Frapuccino is indeed a cold drink. I also informed them that I was very happy because I understood their whole conversation. Hee.
-Edit:I copied this from my best friend because I feel the same exact way. We’re two peas in a freakin’ pod. “-I really don’t not like anyone and it’s really weird. There are people who I don’t respect, but I can honestly say I don’t not like them.”
There you have it. I’m a nerdy, pouty, angry, silly, crazy wanna-be-rebellious brat! I make myself sound so damn good.