25 random things about me. (Yes, it’s a meme. Suck it up and deal, yo.)

I got an email from a reader last week and they really wanted me to do another “Anonymous secret” post because they have a secret they are dying to let out of the bag. I also have been overwhelmed on FaceBook by people tagging me to do memes. Some bloggers look down on memes, but I don’t.

I LIKE MEMES.

And I have no problem admitting it.

I don’t usually participate in memes or tagged things because, well…I get tagged a lot and then my blog would be nothing BUT a meme or award or tag, ect.  but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy reading or writing or receiving them. I am also a little long winded for the “Meme”, as you can see below.

Still, I find memes an interesting little snippet into the psyche of people who write them.  Besides, I wrote most of it a few weeks ago and comes in handy due to utterly craptastic couple of days, so this is also like pulling a pre-made meal out of my freezer to feed dinner to my family. I just had to write a preface. Awesome.

So, I thought…what the hell? I’ll combine the two. I’ll post 25 things about me and would love to hear something random about you. I’VE MADE ANONYMOUS COMMENTS POSSIBLE so that if you have a secret you want to talk about you can without fear of people knowing who you are.

To save space, I’ll chop it here. If you want to know 25 things about me and leave something interesting about yourself or a secret you have, click “continue reading” to ya know, continue reading. If you don’t well…EFF YOU! I DON’T LIKE YOU ANYWAY, YOU…YOU… MEME SNOB, YOU!!!!! SO PPPPFFFFTHHH!!! (Kidding. Sorta.)

• I like scratching the inside of my ears with bobby pins. I’ve done it since I was a kid. It’s especially nice if they are bent so it’s just one end of it.  Horrible, I know and Jonathan hates it as I have bent bobby pins everywhere.

• I LOVE food. LOOOOVE it.  I could talk about it for hours. I love experimenting, I like cooking and tweaking recipes. I LOVE EATING. (There was a reason I weighed 300 lbs, people.) I have dropped $120 on a lunch without batting an eye (best meal of my life. If you’re ever on the Isle of Skye in Scotland I highly recommend this place), but I would freak and worry about spending that much on something like jeans or shoes. Weird, I know.

• There have been two times in my life that were so devastating it feels like the person I was died and never came back.

• My emotions run at the nth degree most of the time. I feel things to the extreme. I don’t think that there are many who can compete with my levels of intensity in this area. That? Is a good thing. I would NEVER wish the way I function on other people. It can be cool but also involves a humongous amount of pain.  I feel like sometimes I spend most of my life/energy trying to calm the hell down about some thing or the other or trying to change myself into a more reasonable, respectable, acceptable individual as many of my major personality traits are almost like dirty words to the general populous: Over dramatic, emotional, depressive, manic, dependent, illogical, messy, lazy. Luckily, I rarely anger or hate people (but when I do and the claws come out? Jesus, you should RUN FOR YOUR LIFE) and I also have a lot of good points that can counter these or I would be massively screwed.

• I love eating tomatoes and peas straight from the garden.

• Thanks to Aaron’s very first baby gift, (due to one amazing chicka) I am now officially EXCITED to do all the shopping and prep that involves having a boy. I mean, LOOK!Seriously. Just seeing the wee socks and hat made me die. And, I honestly think that I am going to base the colors of my nursery off that AWESOME striped jumper.  I dig striped one piece jumpers on babies. It reminds me of Slimy the Worm from Sesame Street and you just don’t get cuter than THAT.

• My period never fails to surprise me.  I have been menstruating since the age of 12 so you would think that I could go one month without having it start, being startled and going, “WOAH! No WONDER I was a sobbing, hideous BITCH yesterday!”  (Duh.)

• I often do things I am terrified of just to prove that I can. Like skydiving. Or wave running in water. Or continuing to try to let go of emotional security blankets. (Still working on that last one.)

• While I am extroverted as all get out, I have a ton of insecurity and anxiety under it all. I also have very thin skin. Like, VERY.  There is little that is not “personal” to me. While it can make having an Internet life DISASTROUS, the Internet has also helped to toughen me up and give me a thicker skin. And by thicker skin I mean I have upgraded from tissue paper to wrapping paper. I’m working on getting to the uber thick, high-end wrapping paper that is all glossy and folds so satisfactorily around edges.

• Music is a huge part of my life.  I like at least a couple of examples of ALL kinds of music, but I confess that the majority of what I listen to is deemed totally ridiculous and lame by the masses. There was also a time in my life I went through five very painful years where I did not listen to ANY music that was not required for school. It hurt too much.

• Laughing is one of my favorite things IN THE WORLD. I can almost ALWAYS laugh. Always. It is the way I cope with…everything, really. Even at my most depressive, sad, horrible, angry times, I can laugh or find the funny somewhere. It’s just my nature and I am extremely grateful for it. It’s gotten me through some really tough times.

• I go through having intense cravings for a particular foods that are usually bad for me. I rotate them, but it’s often all I want 24/7. I’ve had my BBQ chip phase, Spicy Dorito phase, mint chip milkshakes, pad Thai, ding dongs, crunchy sandwiches, and Russel Stover’s chocolate marshmallow Easter eggs. (Which WalMart does not currently have stocked in their Easter candy selection. BASTARDS.) Oh, and I ALWAYS have a “Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie craze every year.  Nothing better than those little diskettes of DEEEELICIOUSNESS straight out of the freezer. Seriously, I want to order a huge crate this year, but there is never a damn Girl Scout around here when you need one.

• I am a research freak with a morbid streak. I get a topic in my head and have to know everything about it. Usually these topics are quite morbid or involve disasters, wars or devastation. As I was going on and on about the things I wanted to see on my trip to the UK, my friend, Michelle pointed out that most of them were some massacre of some kind or the other. She’s totally right about that. (She was also hilarious when she wondered how anyone in Scotland was left alive after all the massacring that went on in its history. Heh.)

• There are few things that help me feel better than a massage. It is the best pain relief I know, both physically and emotionally.  I would have one several times a week if I could afford it.  I respond highly to touch. The lack of it affects me deeply and when it finally happens, it’s almost like I didn’t realize how much pain I was walking around with and is such a release.

• The one thing I need to forgive and move past the very most in my life is the one thing I may never, ever be capable of doing.

• I am freakishly gifted at winning games.  My track record for coming out on top in real life may suck a duck but as far as board games and card games go? I rock the house, baby.

• I used to wet the bed all though childhood. Part of this problem is that I was so severely afraid of the dark that I was too scared to get out of bed to use the bathroom. I am still afraid of the dark.

• I don’t like any kind of herbal tea. It tastes like a piece of used gum was boiled in water.

• I have a very dark, very pessimistic, VERY bitter side to me.  It is a very large side, so do not let the lovable, funny, affable, dorky side fool you.  I am fairly brutal about self-examination, but I suck at fixing anything. I do not fake humor or good will, it is a huge part of who I am and what I believe my absolute core or “self” to be. A lot of things in my life have twisted and scarred much of my head, mind and soul and made me into what I am. (I’m not blaming others or life situations, I did a hell of a lot of it on my own. I hold on to hurt and pain like you cannot believe. Plus, I also bought into the whole “Fairy Tale” thing. That? Did not help.) I’m pretty sincere with what I feel and convey. I don’t have a ‘front’ or a mask that I wear to make people think I am something I’m not, though. I am pretty incapable of sustaining things like that, though I do try to expose my raging, pain-filled, ‘howling at the moon’ side to the masses as little as possible. (You may think that is just me being overly dramatic and that may be, but you have also probably never been subjected to witnessing aforementioned howling. It’s not pleasant.)

• My babies are my very favorite thing on the planet, hands down. Babies in general RULE. Get me around a baby and I become the most ridiculous dork. (Yes, even more than usual.)

• I think if I hadn’t been raised in a religious, conservative place and home, I would totally be Clementine from “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. I LOVE her and how she looks (I’d probably also be a swinger, but that part is TOTAL conjecture.)

• I have a really long torso. My legs measure someone who would be 5’4-5’5 but I’m 5’8 and all of it comes from my body.  I also have a freakishly huge ribcage, long toes and cankles.  Oh, and no butt. Just so you know.

• Even though I only bare about 5% my soul here on the internet, I know I confess to many things that other people wouldn’t be comfortable sharing due to my “boundary issues” (yes, I know I have them, thanks) I am usually shocked to read what other people think about me on the internet. Bad or good. Even if it is just a physical description. Even if they are highly complimentary. Even if I have stated things that they are just repeating. It’s weird to me and neither good nor bad, just…weird.  I have zero idea why this is.  And less than zero energy or will to figure it out right now.

• I sleep on my right side and cannot share a blanket because I end up morphing it into a body pillow that I throw one of my legs over to help alleviate lower back pain when I sleep.

• While I like most foods and flavors, black licorice and papaya TASTE LIKE ASS. (Not that I would, um, know what ass tastes like. But if I did, I am sure it would taste like THEM!)

• There is very little about me that is fussy, organized or methodical. I do not have a logical mind. Like, AT ALL.  I SUCK at math, mechanical reasoning, etc. because of it. (Hello, I got a 29 on my ACT with a THIRTEEN IN MATH. That? Should say it all.) I do not vacuum in an orderly fashion. I have no qualms cutting into the middle of a cake. Cupboard doors can be left open, the dishwasher can get loaded however, as long as it’s loaded. I have no super method for folding towels. My mother said that when I was a child I would walk over to a stack of washcloths, pull one out of the middle, have half of the stack fall over and just walk away. I am the product of very Type A anal parents with an amazing work ethic. I have no idea where the hell I came from, actually.

So, what is something random and/or secret about YOU?

Spill it, dudes.

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