Monday, March 19, 2007

Who Am I

Sometimes I wonder who I really am. I guess I can start here...

  • I rarely paint my finger nails because they get ruined the first time I have to take something apart at work. I paint my toe nails during sandal season.

    I chew on my cuticles whenever I get nervous, upset or bored. It’s a terrible habit I’ve had my whole life and can’t seem to break. It hurts me when people give me a hard time about it.

    I rarely wear dresses or skirts…they are very impractical in my line of work and I rarely go out any where fancy enough to wear one. If I do wear one, I like to get complimented. The same goes for wearing makeup or styling my hair.

    The only magazine I read regularly is Machine Design. I think it is cool.

    If I can fix something by myself, I just do it. I get frustrated when I can’t figure stuff out.

    I play sports and I’m very competitive when I play.

    While I need to plan ahead of time so it’s in my head, I wait until the last minute to buy most holiday/birthday presents and cards. Sometimes I forget to do it.

    I am ADD and it seems like I’m not listening - a lot. Sometimes I am actually listening but other times I’m not. It’s not that I don’t care; it’s just what my mind does.

    I retain most facts/conversations verbatim, even when it seems like I’m not listening. This doesn’t make me think I’m smarter or better than anyone. I think I was given this ability to make up for me being ADD and forgetting to pay attention half the time.

    I love to cook but don’t want to do it for people who don’t compliment me on it. Along the same lines, I need positive reinforcement and assurance that things are going well or I will assume you have a problem with me.

    I have a master’s degree and know it’s a lot of hard work to get one. I don’t think people who don’t have one are stupid, just they didn’t take the time to get one. I don’t think I’m smarter then everyone because I have one. But I do have one and think some of the stuff I learned is cool.

    I like to know things, how they work, how stuff has been studied. I like to have all the information about stuff because I think it is fun. I don’t like to not know stuff.

    I assume other people like to know, too, so I share. I’ve learned some people would rather not know. I feel sorry for them.

    I am a big hearted person who takes in strays of all kinds. I forgive very easily…some would say too easily.

    I lose my temper quickly, but get over it quickly, as well. Truly, I don’t hold grudges.

    I’m quick to trust. But it’s easy to lose my trust. And, if you do lose my trust, while you’ll eventually get it back, there’s a good chance you’ll never get it back 100%.

    This is me…and most of it I can’t change. I don’t think I’d want to, any way.
Then there is Maybe...written by my good friend about me....

Maybe …
… you’re a good mother, encouraging Brit to be respectful, giving her freedom to become herself.
… you have friends and family that share your disappointments and want to lighten your load.
… you think there is so much in this world to see, and that you want to see it all.
… you have no idea how absolutely beautiful you are and the beauty on the inside outshines the outside
… you are sometimes like a butterfly floating above the trees, wind and dreams keeping you aloft.
… you believe snow on Christmas is beautiful and sent from heaven especially for you.
… you are creative and able to express your thoughts convincingly on paper.
… you think dogs are gifts to humans and cats are, well cats are just cats.
… you believe young children are innocent, and learn hate and suspicion from adults.
… you believe that lying on a beach, enjoying the “local scenery”, is a good thing.
… you think having a beach house would be great, but would miss the seasonal changes.
… you believe there is a GOD, He looks out for you, and you’re on a first name basis with Him.
… you believe there is someone for everyone and they share the same romantic dreams as you.


And maybe, just maybe, one day all these images become real.

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