Shalee tagged me for a meme. I have kind of quit doing memes, but since I’ve also been kind of slacking on this blog (but working really hard on Bloggy Giveaways and Blogging Basics 101!), I thought it’d be a great filler. And who doesn’t want to know more about me? Because I’m sure you haven’t had your fill from this post, or this one, or this one. And don’t forget this one. In fact, I have two whole category pages for memes.
Anyway, on to the nonsense.
I have to write 10 things about myself. Shalee wrote 10 things she didn’t like about herself. I’m just going to try to find 10 things and try to make them as interesting as possible. Which may be setting myself up for a fall.
- I am an introvert. No, really! I am! I may come across as all friendly and funny and completely and utterly awesome online, but I am a complete introvert that would rather stick a fork in my eye than meet new people. Sometimes I don’t even want to see people I know because it’s too overwhelming to be in public. I may actually be slight agoraphobic in addition to being completely bonkers.
- I have actually talked myself through taking a shower, getting dressed, putting on make-up, etc. all with the intention of getting out of the house. Then I walk to the garage. Then I turn around and go back inside and crawl into my bed because it’s just too much.
- And then there are days that, if I don’t get out of my house I will go crazy. Oh. Wait. Isn’t that what I just said in 1 & 2? I AM BONKERS.
- I do not like to talk on the phone. There are a few exceptions, but sometimes I just don’t answer the phone because I don’t have caller ID and I don’t know who it is.
- I don’t like to IM. So Clemntine? Jules? Emily? Nothing personal, but I will never answer your IMs.
- I hope Steve Martin is the alter ego of Jack Handy. I love Steve Martin. I just wish he didn’t wear so much make-up.
- I like the idea of hiking and biking and being all outdoorsy, but I have no intention of being that girl.
- I am boring myself to tears right now. Even I don’t care about 10 things about me.
- I’d rather hear about you.
- Why don’t you leave me a comment and tell me one thing about you.
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I wish I had someone with whom to IM.
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I don’t really like pedicures. Kinda creeps me out to have someone subservient and touching my feet.
I’ll do everything I can to avoid people but then when thrust into social situations easily get to know people. I’ve heard the phrase socialized introvert and it makes sense.
I love me some Chilihead. It’s true. So much that I repeatedly call her and force her to talk to me even though I know she doesn’t like the phone. Because forcing your friends to do something you like and they don’t? That’s what friendship is all about.
I hate talking on the phone.
I hate phone messages.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate getting out of bed.
I hate forwarded emails that people sneak personal messages into and then ask me about later.
I like blogging and reading other people’s blogs because there is a comfortable space between me and other humans.
So, I think I know where you are coming from.
I’m fairly new to this blogging thing and I love yours! I consider that something about me even though it’s also talking about you!! Oh, wait, did I tell you I’m a complete suck-up?!?
ps..Pam…I’ll take the pedicure you won’t be getting!!
Are you sure you didn’t just list 10 things about me? Oh right you don’t know me. I haven’t been to the grocery store in weeks not just because I’ve been working every weekend but also because I just don’t wanna.
This will surely make headlines worldwide:
WE HAVE HIRED A LANDSCAPER.
Consider the IM harassment ceased and desisted. At least I’ve only called you once. When you told me to. When we were meeting up (as relative strangers) for lunch. Kind of explains the twitchy fork.
Okay. Now something about me: I’m in Mensa. Totally not kidding. I’m sure it explains my complete lack of social acumen.
I’m going to BlogHer- but I’m starting to get scared because of your #1 thing. I’m not so good at meeting people when I’m alone.
i used to like talking on the phone – but with the migraines, not so much anymore. i pretty much never answer it anymore.
Wait! Jeana calls you! I don’t because a) I don’t like to be on the phone and b) I know you don’t like to be on the phone either. Dude, that’s totally gonna change. I’m gonna call you once in a blue moon just to ask if you went out in the past week.
But I won’t IM because I don’t like that either.
But as you know, I’m obnoxiously a people person. And I’ll love you and you’re introverted self from now to eternity. So there.
I’m so with you on hating the phone.
We must have been separated at birth.
Having people come over and visit freaks me out. Except for family that is. I guess it’s a territory thing or fear of being judged but I hate it when anyone, especially neighbors, just pop over unannounced. I like a clean neat house but at this stage in our kids lives that is just not possible and it really bugs me, I don’t want anyone else to see our mess.
I can totally relate with you about being a introvert. I’ve been known to duck and cover sometimes if I see my neighbor walking down the road…she’s a sweet lady but sometimes the idea of trying to find something to say is overwhelming. I do have caller id and I only answer the phone if I know who is calling.
I am totally hearing you on the introverted thing. My new challenge is taking the kids to school and,picking them up…someone might actually want to talk and then I might not be in a place where I can cope with it. There are good days and not so good days. Bless the man who invented the internet…shop, communicate, socialise, vent, weep and learn all from the peace and privacy of home with no demands.
I don’t have caller ID either. I thought I was the only one left in America who doesn’t have it. Here is how I determine whether I feel like talking to someone, if they start talking into my answering machine and they don’t annoy me, I’ll pick up the phone.
I’m annoyingly extroverted, but there are lots of days when I don’t like leaving the house either.
And I’d rather procrastinate by reading blogs than clean and paint like I’m supposed to be doing.
I have big feet.
I find more and more lately that my mood is determined by what I smell…in other words, if I can smell apples & cinnamon, I am all about happy. Or lavender, or like today, the smell of the pool towels after they had dried in the sun. Wow. That is a smell that just evokes all kind of happiness in me.
And I don’t answer the door. If the doorbell rings, I tell the kids “quick, hide!” And of course they think I’m nuts, because someone is at the door, and don’t I want to see who it is? And by the time I convince them that I’m not answering the door, whoever it is out there has heard all of us running around arguing about answering the door, has seen the kids peeking out the windows, and knows we’re in here. I don’t care. If it is someone that knows me, they’ll ring again.