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next 1. I don�t like acrylic sweaters. Can�t stand the way they feel against my skin, or the way they pill under the arms. Yuck. 2. My I�m-broke-and-have-nothing-good-to-eat-in-this-house comfort food is French toast with peanut butter and jelly. 3. I like to take pictures, and if you came to my house, I might try to bore you with my albums. Or else take your picture. 4. Actually, if you came to my house, I might not even answer the door. I�m really bad about that. I have what FlyLady calls CHAOS: Can�t Have Anyone Over Syndrome. Because my house is so messy. I�m not much for talking on the phone, either. 5. I cannot seem to read a human-interest story without tearing up. I cry for commercials. I cry at the memory of human-interest stories I read months before. When I�m really, really angry, I cry. All my life, I have cried easily. 6. Music is not a particularly important or meaningful part of my life. Usually, I only listen to the radio in the car. I enjoy it, but I almost never think, Wow, I�ve got to have this CD. 7. I love magazines, especially home and lifestyle mags, which can send me into a kind of catatonic bliss. I am all about words and pictures. 8. The idea of becoming a foster parent appeals to me. I told myself I could look into it after I get my house decluttered. 9. I�m mildly terrified of being stared at by people I don�t know or don�t know well. I get panicky at the thought of being judged. I generally dislike being introduced to new people. Though I can seem raucous and high-spirited, at parties I feel like an actor. It is always a relief to go home. 10. Any compliment directed my way is likely to go in one ear and out the other. But criticism I find disabling. Sometimes I hear criticism where others do not. One time, I noticed that my gynecologist had described me as an �obese female� on my chart (I was reading it upside-down) and it was all I could do not to burst into tears. I actually caught myself thinking, mock-ironically, But I thought we were friends! 11. Sometimes when I am really upset, I think, �I want my Mom,� but what I mean isn�t that I want to talk to my Mom (who, after all, is very accessible to me), but that I want back my childhood sense of my mother as my own personal superhero. 12. I used to walk around Berkeley in the middle of the night, both with friends and by myself. I have a very clear memory of walking down Shattuck Avenue at three o�clock in the morning with my hands stuffed in my jacket pockets, feeling completely awake and alive. prev archive next 15 comments random |