Bombs Away
Lately I've been wondering why anyone besides people who actually know me would ever want to read or keep up with this blog. And then I get on YouTube and watch video after video of other girls telling me about themselves. So maybe I do get it, at least on a general level why someone would want to read all about a girl they don't know. And hopefully, I'm interesting enough not to make you regret it.
It's the connection that we all crave to know someone else, as well as possibly the feeling that comes from knowing someone feels the same way you do. As I've said before, it never really makes me feel better, and I don't understand why it should, to know that someone feels as miserable, sad, or angry as I do. It just seems pretty self concerned to feel better because someone else is miserable. But knowing things about people feels good. I can't explain why, though I spend an inordinate amount of my thinking time wondering why. The point is, it's nice to know people. I should write that down for when people frustrate me, and I wish I could be a hermit.
I got this idea from one of those girls on YouTube, right when I was wondering what this week's post should be about. You know those questionnaires that go around, asking you all sorts of questions abut yourself and then telling you to share it with others and ask for their answers too? I used to LOVE those questionnaires, I guess because of that need to be known to others. I answered so many of those things, it's kind of ridiculous. You should know everything about me already, just from those questionnaires. (That word is also pretty cool, right? It seems so elegant and sophisticated.)
Well, that's what this is going to be, only I'm going to be making up the questions. It's really going to be just a list of facts about me. That's what she called it, "50 Facts About Rachel!" I haven't decided if I'm going to make this another series, break up the 50 into bite-sized pieces. I guess I should, considering how long this introduction into the subject has become. So, for now, I'll start with ten.
Ready?
1. I hate coconut and nuts. Coconut feels like paper in my mouth, and nuts get stuck in my teeth. Even if I could get past the texture, I don't like the taste of any of it, either. Unless the peanut is really salted.
2. I read an article about sugar once that said we're actually supposed to eat only 36 grams of it a day. Ever since then, I always check the sugar content in food. Then eat it anyway.
3. I think I sound like a gumdrop when I talk. You know, if that sugary, gummy candy walked up to you and started talking, it'd sound like me. This fear has been reinforced by others.
4. I wish I could make my entire wardrobe. I want to go to Joann's, pick up some fabric, and make a shirt. Or skirt, jeans, shorts, pants, jacket, dress, everything I wear would be made by me.
5. I am turned off by anything that is too popular. If I liked it before, I don't suddenly hate it, but I don't generally like things that become too mainstream.
6. I don't like being told what to do. If it's my boss, that's different: she's paying me to do the things she tells me to do. But I have trouble submitting to anybody else.
7. I'm always making lists. I'll think of something a couple of times, then think, maybe I should write that down, put it on a list with related things, and promptly forget all about it, yet somehow get whatever it was done anyway.
8. I like to be prepared for anything. I have lotion, hand sanitizer, bobby pins, hair ties, nail clippers, nail file, gum, mints, ibuprofen, lip balm, notebook, pen, and sunglasses in my bag at all times. I keep a water bottle at work (as well as all of those other things), three pairs of sunglasses in my glove box, and a foldout chair in my trunk.
9. I never answer the number if I don't know it, which probably isn't a great thing to do now that I'm looking for jobs. I let the phone ring, because they know if you don't, and that doesn't feel great, and then I'll google the number. Generally it comes up with a lot of complaints, so I've never felt the need to stop doing this.
10. I am never not thinking something. If you ask what I'm thinking and I say nothing, I'm lying to you.
It's the connection that we all crave to know someone else, as well as possibly the feeling that comes from knowing someone feels the same way you do. As I've said before, it never really makes me feel better, and I don't understand why it should, to know that someone feels as miserable, sad, or angry as I do. It just seems pretty self concerned to feel better because someone else is miserable. But knowing things about people feels good. I can't explain why, though I spend an inordinate amount of my thinking time wondering why. The point is, it's nice to know people. I should write that down for when people frustrate me, and I wish I could be a hermit.
I got this idea from one of those girls on YouTube, right when I was wondering what this week's post should be about. You know those questionnaires that go around, asking you all sorts of questions abut yourself and then telling you to share it with others and ask for their answers too? I used to LOVE those questionnaires, I guess because of that need to be known to others. I answered so many of those things, it's kind of ridiculous. You should know everything about me already, just from those questionnaires. (That word is also pretty cool, right? It seems so elegant and sophisticated.)
Well, that's what this is going to be, only I'm going to be making up the questions. It's really going to be just a list of facts about me. That's what she called it, "50 Facts About Rachel!" I haven't decided if I'm going to make this another series, break up the 50 into bite-sized pieces. I guess I should, considering how long this introduction into the subject has become. So, for now, I'll start with ten.
Ready?
1. I hate coconut and nuts. Coconut feels like paper in my mouth, and nuts get stuck in my teeth. Even if I could get past the texture, I don't like the taste of any of it, either. Unless the peanut is really salted.
2. I read an article about sugar once that said we're actually supposed to eat only 36 grams of it a day. Ever since then, I always check the sugar content in food. Then eat it anyway.
3. I think I sound like a gumdrop when I talk. You know, if that sugary, gummy candy walked up to you and started talking, it'd sound like me. This fear has been reinforced by others.
4. I wish I could make my entire wardrobe. I want to go to Joann's, pick up some fabric, and make a shirt. Or skirt, jeans, shorts, pants, jacket, dress, everything I wear would be made by me.
5. I am turned off by anything that is too popular. If I liked it before, I don't suddenly hate it, but I don't generally like things that become too mainstream.
6. I don't like being told what to do. If it's my boss, that's different: she's paying me to do the things she tells me to do. But I have trouble submitting to anybody else.
7. I'm always making lists. I'll think of something a couple of times, then think, maybe I should write that down, put it on a list with related things, and promptly forget all about it, yet somehow get whatever it was done anyway.
8. I like to be prepared for anything. I have lotion, hand sanitizer, bobby pins, hair ties, nail clippers, nail file, gum, mints, ibuprofen, lip balm, notebook, pen, and sunglasses in my bag at all times. I keep a water bottle at work (as well as all of those other things), three pairs of sunglasses in my glove box, and a foldout chair in my trunk.
9. I never answer the number if I don't know it, which probably isn't a great thing to do now that I'm looking for jobs. I let the phone ring, because they know if you don't, and that doesn't feel great, and then I'll google the number. Generally it comes up with a lot of complaints, so I've never felt the need to stop doing this.
10. I am never not thinking something. If you ask what I'm thinking and I say nothing, I'm lying to you.
This is a great song about taking the leap. It spoke to me even before I knew that's what it was about.
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