Thursday, May 24, 2012
Things I've just Omitted i.e. Things I'm Afraid to Tell You
I'm not sure how I feel about this project. One reaction that I have is that it's such a fun way to get bloggers to get down to brass tacks and actually genuinely say who they are. On the other hand, I'm thinking, these are obviously NOT things that you are afraid to tell because that's exactly what you're doing. And not just to a friend, but to the world: an internet audience. I mean, do you really want to know what I'm actually afraid to tell you? Most of those things are probably pretty gross, because most of the things that embarrass us, well, ARE.
So, if I may be so bold as to edit this widespread and successful project (presumptuous, yes) and change it (for me, at least) to Things I've Just Omitted. Enjoy:
I have Obsessive Compulsive Anxiety Disorder that I have battled with for years, and get annoyed when people use the term "OCD" to describe being organized or systematic.
I am a politically liberal Christian and haven't been able to find a church that doesn't offend me politically. Another omission: I haven't been looking very hard.
Assemble Gallery & Studio opened very quickly, but was a realization of a long-time dream.
I love my job, but I often worry that I will never have enough money to be truly comfortable.
My secret dream is to be an Olympic athlete.
I have moved about 11 times (I've lost count) across the country and overseas, and went to ten different schools. I believe this led to me never being able to remember anyone's name (if I forget yours, blame my second grade teacher: Mrs. Casseaux! She's taking up all of the room in my brain along with every other person I've ever met!!)
My neck is my least favorite part of my body.
My butt is my favorite part.
I have more sympathy for animals than I do for people.
I love Emily Post and think everyone needs a refresher course. I prefer the 1960s editions. But if you must be current, here's a good one: 18th Edition
I only eat organic free-range or wild game meat, but every once in a while, I crave a McGriddle more than you will ever know.
I could do this for hours: tag, you're it, Michelle!