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100 Random Things About Me
I hadn't done my stalking rounds in a while. I remember now why I made my self stop.
I can't help but to think about everything and care way too much about every little thing. I think communication is a beautiful thing, and it makes me ill, quite literally, to not understand something or someone. I was told something very important today by someone I love very much.
I have a "job" helping this old eccentric blind lady take care of her Amazons and Macaws. I hope I get to keep it. I stopped my Wells Fargo job since it interfered with a class I needed to take this summer.
I had my teeth cleaned for the first time since I was 5. No cavaties, wheeeee! But I do have 6 like, pre cavities. Boo.
I'm getting old.
Greggor and I have been working out consistently, wonder of wonders. I feel tons better.
I realize I am too hard on people. I realize that I can be a self-righteous, emotionally pretentious ass. I am even harder on myself, if it makes you feel better.
I don't understand how people can dog their ex's so. I admire Greg because he speaks well or neutrally of his ex's, but I do sometimes wish he did not have a past.
I have a general inability to be angry when people hurt me, directly. The few times I've been truly angry have been because someone I care about was hurt.
I don't love one of my brothers, and I feel bad about that.
My preference for socializing leans strongly toward small groups of people.
More people should truly enjoy listening. We'd all be healthier.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so stringent.
Broken people are extremely attractive to me. I obsess over them, and I love them. Easy love doesn't come easily to me. Even when I'm hurt and crying, it's ok because I'm comforted in knowing that I can still feel. I have never come across something that I could not accept in a person, yet.
I think I'm pretty creepy.
I've been stopped in my new to me car in the past 2 months 3x more times than I'd been stopped in my car I had for 2 years.
I wish I were less reserved. It's scary the person I am when I'm drunk. I think I don't let myself go when sober because I fear I'll become that person.
My religion, I don't believe to be true. But I do believe in it, all the same.
I'm a masochist. In every sense of the word.
I don't have short term memory. I've always watched commercials because when I change the channel, I can't remember what I was watching. I can't recall during conversations what was the previous topic. The only way for me to remember is cycling back to my last long term memory and replaying it as it was likely to happen. I can't recall it myself, but if I have a spark or link to long term memory, then I can say with perfect clarity the information. So in other words, I don't forget things, but I can't recall things.
The filthiest characteristic a human can have is schadenfreude.
Cocaine is a helluva drug.
to be continued...perhaps I'll cut this down to 50
I hadn't done my stalking rounds in a while. I remember now why I made my self stop.
I can't help but to think about everything and care way too much about every little thing. I think communication is a beautiful thing, and it makes me ill, quite literally, to not understand something or someone. I was told something very important today by someone I love very much.
I have a "job" helping this old eccentric blind lady take care of her Amazons and Macaws. I hope I get to keep it. I stopped my Wells Fargo job since it interfered with a class I needed to take this summer.
I had my teeth cleaned for the first time since I was 5. No cavaties, wheeeee! But I do have 6 like, pre cavities. Boo.
I'm getting old.
Greggor and I have been working out consistently, wonder of wonders. I feel tons better.
I realize I am too hard on people. I realize that I can be a self-righteous, emotionally pretentious ass. I am even harder on myself, if it makes you feel better.
I don't understand how people can dog their ex's so. I admire Greg because he speaks well or neutrally of his ex's, but I do sometimes wish he did not have a past.
I have a general inability to be angry when people hurt me, directly. The few times I've been truly angry have been because someone I care about was hurt.
I don't love one of my brothers, and I feel bad about that.
My preference for socializing leans strongly toward small groups of people.
More people should truly enjoy listening. We'd all be healthier.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so stringent.
Broken people are extremely attractive to me. I obsess over them, and I love them. Easy love doesn't come easily to me. Even when I'm hurt and crying, it's ok because I'm comforted in knowing that I can still feel. I have never come across something that I could not accept in a person, yet.
I think I'm pretty creepy.
I've been stopped in my new to me car in the past 2 months 3x more times than I'd been stopped in my car I had for 2 years.
I wish I were less reserved. It's scary the person I am when I'm drunk. I think I don't let myself go when sober because I fear I'll become that person.
My religion, I don't believe to be true. But I do believe in it, all the same.
I'm a masochist. In every sense of the word.
I don't have short term memory. I've always watched commercials because when I change the channel, I can't remember what I was watching. I can't recall during conversations what was the previous topic. The only way for me to remember is cycling back to my last long term memory and replaying it as it was likely to happen. I can't recall it myself, but if I have a spark or link to long term memory, then I can say with perfect clarity the information. So in other words, I don't forget things, but I can't recall things.
The filthiest characteristic a human can have is schadenfreude.
Cocaine is a helluva drug.
to be continued...perhaps I'll cut this down to 50