I wrote three posts on me for my new site. The site’s up; I’m still feeling my way; this is one of the posts.
I am a study in perpetual motion.
I am hyper. Somebody told me he had found it endearing. I wish I had known that when I was younger.
I’m extremely self-conscious
At the same time I don’t give a damn as to what people think.
I thought that I was fat when I was a perfect size eight
To one person in the world, I will always be nineteen and perfect
When I’m bored, tired, anxious, angry, I play with my split-ends. It’s better than yoga.
My mom always told me to be positive. I told her to stop being Miss. Mary Sunshine. Now I understand.
I have turned into, to my great surprise, a very happy person despite the horrible condition of the world.
In eighth grade I had to give a speech. I lost my voice and thought that I would never speak again.
I can be a compulsive talker
I thought that I was the most unpopular person in the history of the world in Junior High.
People made fun of me a lot then. They called me names and much worse.
I got more than revenge in high school, the later years, and college.
I’m physically awkward though it seems to bother only me
People like to make fun of me (in the good sense) because I can act like such a ditz
Then I give it back to them
I’m a perfectionist who can’t do anything perfectly.
I have fooled many people into thinking I’m a paragon of perfection
They confuse compulsion with perfection
I want to get married again when I’m in my 60’s. I have awhile to think about that
My parents were convinced that I was going to become an actress. They neglected to tell me until I was 40
My father was more into finding my birth parents than I was
He was naturally curious about everything
So am I.
Oh yes, I was adopted. I’m glad my family (adoptive) and I found each other.
I strongly believe in a woman’s right to choose. So did my mom.
My mother thought that a perfect mother-daughter activity was shopping at Loehmann’s. I begged to differ as I hate shopping for clothes
I have always been known for the beauty of my best girlfriends; I wonder what that makes me?
My parents thought I was the most incredible baby and kid on earth except for my sister.
I peaked at eight
I have multiple learning disabilities that weren’t diagnosed until I was in my 30’s
Disabilities don’t make you a better person; they’re not a different able or any stupid cute expression.
They do make you stronger.
I had three serious marriage proposals by the time I was 21, I had been on about ten real dates in my life.
We didn’t date then, we hung.
I lived with a crazy man well he was crazier than the others
I like making people laugh, and that’s good as I seem to do it without thought.
Sunday night is TV night; it’s the only time I watch live-not DVR’d TV.
I make exceptions for weddings, Bar and Bat Mitzvahs, and funerals.
I’ve never been to a funeral on a Sunday night
My hobby is collecting sky miles. Somebody already wrote a book about that.
I love to take long walks. When I go on vacation I walk a minimum of ten miles a day.
I should be in great shape.
I’m sort of fit; I guess that’s something