I have a few confessions to make.
1. I believe I may be a cyborg. You know all those motion detector lights and faucets and water fountains and soap dispensers and everything else in this world? They completely don't acknowledge my existence. I remember going into a bathroom once and trying to get the lights to turn on. Just me walking in there did nothing. Waving my arms around like a lunatic left me standing in the dark. Jumping up and down and running around in circles made me look like quite the fool....especially when someone else walked in, and the lights immediately came on. I mean....seriously? The one thing that notices me? Motion detecting toilets. But they always seem to flush the moment I sit down.
2. I have a nervous twitch. Or a tic. Or a speech impediment. I really don't know what it is. I don't know when it's going to happen. I know it happens more when I'm tired, sick, stressed, or nervous. But it also happens when I'm rested, well, calm, and collected. It happens in front of large groups, small groups, or just when I'm talking to Mike. I don't really know how to describe it, except that it makes my mouth jerk to the right and I can't get out the word I want to. I try again and my mouth won't just calm down and let me say what I want to say. And I panic. I rarely volunteer to read in public, because I know it could happen anytime. It isn't something that people really know about me, because I've gotten better about hiding it and because it doesn't happen all the time. It's something that I really hate, but I've come to be so grateful that I don't have a serious stammer or stutter.
3. I can't stand the feel of cotton. Because...yuck. Seriously, it makes my toes curl up and my teeth hurt.
4. It's only a matter of time before I seriously embarrass myself. Am I the only one who forgets themselves when they're at the gym? Listening to my music, working out....there have been quite a few times when I have almost busting into song out loud or started shaking my funky groove. Am I alone in this?
That is all. I will let you know if there are more things in the future that I need to get off my chest. :)
And a picture Mike took of me making dinner. Because blog posts without pictures are boring.