I found this challenge on Shutterbug Mama's blog (and then followed the link from where she got it so I could see all 30 "challenges" before committing myself). While I don't think I will do it 30 days in a row, I do want to eventually answer all the topics. As I read over the list, the questions/ideas definitely got me thinking and, these days, thinking about anything other than hair clips and leggings is a welcomed break :-) So, here we go...topic numero uno...
Something I Hate About Myself
Boy oh boy oh boy...it is verrrry easy for me to immediately start shouting out answers like, "My fat asses!" or "The fact that I'm not Posh Spice!". As I re-read over this question, I'm realizing that the question is not asking what I hate the most about myself - it's just asking for something. Phew.
Okay, something I hate about myself is my social awkwardness. Every. single. time I am in a social situation with someone that isn't family or a super close friend, I start to feel like I'm choking a bit. My mind is flying all over the place checking to make sure everything's okay - my physical appearance (anything in my teeth?, is my fly done up? do I have double boob happening?), my social "wit" (should I make a joke about what she just said? Wait! You don't want to offend anyone!), to show that I'm listening (Answer her back! Quick! Or you'll look like you don't care!) and the list goes on and on.
I've often wondered how many people think I'm a straight-up snob given the fact that I stay fairly quiet around people and/or don't say very much. But for me, I would rather stay quiet and have the person think I'm a bit weird or shy than to prattle on and say something wrong and have them not like me for that reason.
Oy vey.
I totally know what you mean! I'm not shy anymore, but I use to be. People always thought I was bitchy because I was the quiet type. It would take me awhile to warm up and then you couldn't shut me up. Now, I'm not sure what happened but now I walk into a room, introduce myself and just start talking...now they think I'm just crazy, lol!
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The "blog" me is the real me (I write the way I speak) and I've often wondered whether readers who meet me in real life wonder, "This isn't the same person - the real life version is awkward and quiet! Why isn't she telling vagina jokes?".
ReplyDeleteI like your approach though! Being crazy is definitely more fun!
I hear ya! People have told me that they thought I was such a snob (that's a nice way of saying beeyotch) until they talked to me a couple of times, because not only am I stupidly shy, even in my old age, but it'll take me a few meetings to be comfortable talking and being myself around someone. And then if I get to know them really well, they think I'm a nut job.
ReplyDeleteYou'd think that by the time you hit your thirties you'd be more socially confident. Oy vey indeed!
Isn't that how it seems to go though? It makes me wonder how many other people I've "brushed off" in my life because they seemed shy/snobby and I didn't bother trying to get to know them any better.
ReplyDeleteOh well - it's their loss :-)
I like both of you...lmao.
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