In order to distract me from the emotional hissy fit my brain is throwing because of my impending psych appointment, here’s a little feature I like to call Random Thought Thursday where, for your entertainment, I just throw down the weird shit about myself that bounces around in my head.
- When I go running, I always seem to hug the far right side of the road or sidewalk, to the point where I oftentimes fall off. Also when I run, I spit left (yes, I’m a spitter…). Conclusion? You probably don’t want to run with me unless you don’t mind a little extraneous “hydration” coming your way and you carry a cell phone so you can call for help when I eventually wreck my ankle.
- This is the first election year where I feel utterly invested in the results and have found my niche as a committed Democrat. I’ve spent most of my life blissfully ignorant of politics (here’s a funny: way back in college, I gave my utterly conservative, totally staunch Republican boyfriend an Al Franken book because I figured that he’d like it because it was funny and about politics. Heh. Who knew?), but now? I actually get defensive when friends and family are very pro-Republican because that party marginalizes me both as a woman and as a lesbian. “Want to get married? Oh no, not you! Want control over your own body? Oh no, you have no idea what’s best for you.”
- I’ve bowled a perfect 300 game. Really! And no, I didn’t immediately quit my job to jump into the glamorous life of a professional bowler. Short tennis-like skirts with nylons and bad shoes were never the fashion statement I wanted to make.
- I really like hanging out at the library (actually, it’s where I am right now!). I used to work at a library back in the day and there’s something about all these books and the quiet and the air of studiousness that gets me every time. Of course, it also harkens back to a time where I regularly hid from my boss and read books in the stacks rather than work. Nowadays, it’s where I come when I need to concentrate while I’m writing instead of trying to multi-task watching reruns of Friends while also attempting to pen the next great American novel.
- My least favorite holiday is Halloween. Even as a kid, while I absolutely loved the candy part, I hated getting into costume. Neither me or my Mom were ever creative enough to come up with anything totally bad-ass for me to be, and that pitiful lack of skill has followed me all through my life. The wedding of a good friend that I was invited to was a Halloween-themed wedding (she, obviously, was a HUGE fan of the holiday) and costumes were required. I bought a nice dress and wore it: “I’m dressing up like a girly girl. You’ve never seen me like this, have you?” True story.
- I like both my licorice and my marshmallows stale. Yup. Learned that one from my Mom… open the package, let ’em sit a few days… adds a nice touch of chewiness to each.
- I own 6 bikes. Yea, I know. It’s a problem of mine.
- I have a new-found lust for flavored vodkas. The sweet ones: caramel, chocolate chip cookie dough, cake, marshmallow fluff, whipped cream… it’s all good. Put them over ice with just a touch of water and it’s like candy in yummy liquid form.
- I can’t stand to walk past any microwave and see that someone took stuff out of it and left time on the clock. Why not just press CANCEL?? Is it THAT hard?? Drives me nuts.
- It’s only just the first of November and I’m already longing for Spring. Can’t we just skip the winter, skip the holidays, skip the darkness and the cold and the chill? I’m ready for April, if you could make that happen.