My friend Kathy published a list of Seven Random Things about herself, and tagged me to do likewise. I haven't posted here in ages, so this seemed like the time to try it again. Let's see if I can come up with seven things.
1) I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up (I stole this one from Kathy). I have had plans to be/do different things, but have never had the gumption or wherewithall to follow through on the plan(s). Which leads me to:
2) I have probably been clinically depressed my entire life. I've had plenty of good times, and lots of bad times, but the arc of my life has been one long depression. Most of the time I doubt anyone but my very closest friends have even noticed. One of these days I might actually come far enough up out of the doldrums to seek help.
3) On the up side: Crazy, silly, and or stupid things make me laugh. I'm the one in the movie theater laughing at something that no one else finds amusing.
4) I love reality TV, especially of the Bravo TV variety. I can't wait for the next Project Runway, and Shear Genius is, well, sheer genius. And I will freely admit to being an American Idol fan. I love these shows because they require the participants to have actual skills, unlike something like Survivor or Big Brother, which seem to be nothing more than people sitting around in an artificial living situation and plotting to back stab each other. Still, reality TV is my guilty pleasure.
5) I still love baseball, despite its problems in recent years. The Orioles suck, the players are all about the money, steroids are ruining sports in general, but there's nothing better than green grass, white chalk lines, and the smell of the infield dirt when they hose it down before the start of the game.
6) I am ridiculously proud of my creative and talented friends. I have friends who are artists, writers, singers, musicians, and I have no idea why any of them would want to be friends with a no-talent hack like me. I brag on them to strangers to the point of annoyance. Yesterday a customer came into my bank, admired my earrings, and jokingly asked me to give them to her. I took them off, slid them across the counter, and then bragged on my brilliant friend who has made me practically every piece of jewelry I own. I was willing to part with that pair just to send a little piece of her creativity out into the world for others to admire. (Thanks, Kath!)
7) I love my family more than life, but sometimes I find romantic the idea of being completely alone. No obligations to anyone of any kind, ever. Not having to make phone calls, visits, to remember birthdays. How selfish is that?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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