43 weird facts about myself

14. I am a Republican.

15. I get really hungry after sex, especially if it was great sex.

16. I heal very slowly and most of the time it will always leave scars.

17. I love to cook and look at recipes. I frequently check out recipe books from the library and spend a lot of time looking at recipes online. I save tons of them, but rarely try anything new, and I’m not a very good cook.

I think that overall I am generally a happy person, but most people don’t see it. I don’t smile or laugh much and people take it the wrong way. They think I’m always in a bad mood, I have no sense of humor and am just way too serious. But it’s not really the case. I am happy with life most of the time. Most things usually just don’t bother me and it takes quite a bit to put me in a bad mood.

I rarely “laugh”. It’s not that I don’t find things funny, it’s just my reaction is usually to grin over it. That is what I do in the way that most people laugh.

12. I sort of have a way with young children. I’m talking about 2-5 year olds roughly. Give me some time with them and the majority will simply love me. And I pretty much love being around them too. My sister-in-law told her brother yesterday that I was a ‘kid magnet’ after his two year old (that hasn’t met me) started jumping and hugging me and not letting me leave him.

I honestly don’t know why they like me.

9. Oral fixation. I have always been horrible about this. When I was younger everything went into my mouth and I was constantly chewing on whatever I had. I still have a problem with it, but I think I have gotten a little better over time. I go through more gum than anyone I have ever known, just because I need something in my mouth. And if I don’t have gum then I need to be eating or drinking constantly. Which is why when I am home, there is always a drink right beside me.

10. I am much faster and more accurate using the number pad on the keyboard than I am typing letters. In high school I took accounting classes and business math where I just got to sit there and use the adding machine. I absolutely loved it and always looked at them in stores, wanting one for myself. Totally nerdy, but I loved using them. I loved getting done with it and the numbers still printing out. Now I use the number pad a lot in my job, and when I hit those sections, I still slightly enjoy it.

11. My front tooth is fake. It happened about a year and a half go late one night in my old dorm room. I had just gotten out of the shower, put my shower caddy down and turned around to grab my cell phone. Turned straight into the wall and my tooth broke in half. I freaked out. My family all thought I got in a fight because they couldn’t understand how that could have happened. So I have a fake tooth now which isn’t exactly the same color and I used to be very self conscious about it, but people assured me you couldn’t tell and I don’t think about it anymore. And for whatever reason, a couple of pieces of that tooth is sitting on a shelf in my room.

There is a wooden pole at the top of the stairs in my house. If I’m not too tired and if there isn’t anyone sitting in the living room downstairs, every time I pass by it I grab it with one hand and go down doing a little stripper type move. I probably don’t do it that sexy, but for whatever reason I have just gotten in the habit of it.

5. I am really not an angry person. I do get annoyed quite a bit, but that usually never turns into anger. And if I do get angry, it rarely lasts long. Just give me a few minutes, I’ll go through it in my head and realize that it really isn’t a big deal and not worth spending time focusing on it, and then I’ll be calm and everything will be alright.

6. I never get insomnia for just one night. It always seems to come in bursts that lasts several days, sometimes weeks a time. I hate it because it leaves me so tired and I wish I could just have it here or there instead. (I’m currently on my second week of it at the moment which is why I am sitting here typing this at 3:30 am when I should be asleep.)

7. I sleep cuddled with a stuffed dog named Bowser. It’s weird for me because I never understood why people would sleep with stuffed toys. I didn’t as a child and found the idea that a grown woman would do it a bit ridiculous. Bowser was bought for me by the boyfriend during the couple of months that we lived together. When I moved back in with my parents’ I started sleeping with him because I was sad about not having the bf there and I was used to cuddling with him. I now sleep with Bowser cuddled under my arm every night.

1. I hate the words titties and boobies. I don’t know why, but I just cringe and for some reason find them juvenile. It is tits and boobs only and I have trained the boyfriend to use them instead.

2. Cranky is one of the absolute worst things to call me. It will piss me off worse than being called a bitch, dumbass, cunt, mother fucker, just about anything really.

3. I have a slight obsession with needing certain things to be a certain way (and it greatly annoys some people). Rooms themselves can be completely messy and cluttered and I don’t have a problem, but shelves with movies and books need to be in alphabetical order and I get annoyed if someone takes something out and doesn’t put it back in the right place.

If I’m playing cards, I will straighten them to make sure they stay in a neat pile right after anyone touches them. Cabinet doors need to stay shut. In the kitchen is a clear salt shaker and a clear pepper shaker. I can’t have the salt or pepper leaning to one side. I will get them and shake until they are even.

Stamps need to be placed perfectly straight on envelopes and letters should be folded neatly and perfectly straight. I get really annoyed when I get my bank statement, because it is never folded straight. And also because for 9 months it was my job to do it and I always made them straight and so nice looking and it never took me any longer; I always did it much faster than everyone else there so I don’t understand why they can’t seem to do it.

4. Occasionally I stutter. It’s not bad, but sometimes I just can’t figure out how to say the word right so I get stuck on it. But I easily just switch and use another word when talking to most people so they don’t know I’m having a problem. The only times it really happens and I don’t catch myself is when I’m talking to my friend (who will say the word I’m trying to, laugh and jokingly call me a dumbass) and my mom (who gives me a little shove and says she is getting me off my broken record).