So I have been tagged by Monsieur Ron with this 6 things meme that’s going around.
I am way too lazy to play properly, so I am not listing the rules (egad – you mean you haven’t seen them somewhere else?) and I’m not tagging anyone (because I don’t think there’s anyone left who hasn’t done this) and I don’t have anything I can really call a “secret” because, hey, you know, this is an anonymous blog and what kind of secrets do I have anyway… all I do is work and exercise anyway.
So really, I am just going to list the numbers 1 to 6 and type some stuff after them and call it good to go.
But don’t say I didn’t play along!
1 – I am lazy (as you may have noticed from this post) but I am also a perfectionist in many ways. This duality causes no end of conflict in my psyche where I am too lazy to do something (oh, let’s say, sweep the floor), but I am constantly berating myself for the state that whatever it is I am not doing is in. I already feel guilty that I am not playing along right with this meme.
2 – I want a lot of stuff. I have a huge list of things I want. On the other hand, I hate debt. I love to have money in the bank. I simultaneously want to pay off my mortgage as quickly as possible and own my house free and clear AND want to buy my dream house (which, incidentally, does not actually exist anywhere).
3 – I do not now, nor will I ever, want kids. Well, except when I do. You know when I want kids? When I am in the mall or Target and I see these ADORABLE little outfits for boys with slacks and sweater vests and little ties – stuff I cannot buy for my sister’s kids because she would DIE before allowing them to dress like tiny college professors. Lucky for me, I am aware that dressing kids in adorable (to me) outfits is an exceedingly bad reason to breed and so I am able to resist. I would be an appalling mother. I am barely willing to feed the dog when I get home at the end of the day (see #1) and I don’t want to see to anyone’s needs but my own. Plus – kids are expensive (see #2).
4 – I had extremely low self esteem in high school. It kind of followed me through college. I thought it was just a part of me. Yet, I cannot pin-point it, but somewhere in the last 5 to 10 years, I have somehow come to see myself in a different light. I like me. I am a good person. Snarky, amusing, polite to strangers (although I will totally make fun of them where they cannot hear me and be hurt) I have a job and a life that I enjoy. I wouldn’t have expected it, but I am glad I have come to this. I am not “hot” or “gorgeous” and I never will be, but I have come to see what I could not in HS – I am pretty cute, fine just the way I am, and clean up OK when I have to and people are not going to puke walking down the street and looking at me. I think that’s enough.
5 – I have a rockin‘ outfit on today. Boot cut jeans and chunky black shoes. Burgundy shirt and a velour jacket that comes just down over my waist. Stacey and Clinton would not have ANYTHING bad to say about this in the 360 mirror. This does not happen very often. I mostly dress like a boy in cargo shorts and t’s / sweats unless I am at work and wearing khakis and some random shirt. I felt like I should share.
These listy things are harder than one might expect.