What You Don’t Know…

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Did you know I went to the same high school as Jazzy Jeff?

Have you seen this thing going around Facebook lately where someone gives you a number and you post things most people probably don’t know about you? It makes me think about elementary school, when you had a secret you didn’t want anyone to know, and then one kid found out and broadcasted it throughout the entire school, so you were humiliated in front of everyone. From then on you worked harder to keep whatever other secrets you had actually secret. You would have been mortified if anyone found out those other skeletons in your closet. And now here we are telling all of our 685 Facebook friends those same tidbits of information under the guise of being “cool enough” about those things for them to not matter anymore. But there is such a thing as oversharing, and people tend to do that when given their number in this FB game. My number was 8…

1. I overthink most things.

When faced with two possibilities I spend way too long focusing on one, then the other, and back again. If someone asks me to decide on a restaurant for us to eat lunch, and they don’t hurry me along, I will still be deciding at 7 o’clock in the evening  if given the chance. Yet, I cultivate the appearance of nonchalance for the world to see, going with a quick choice and then second-guessing myself forever. Amazingly enough, though, that overthinking doesn’t bleed over into making choices for my fantasy football team. Hmmm.

2. I wet the bed until I was 13.

This is classic oversharing, because absolutely no one needed to know when I stopped wetting the bed, except that I’m proud of it actually stopping at some point. I honestly thought it would go on forever. So, when I’m lamenting the fact that my youngest child is not yet potty-trained, I remember being 13 and wetting the bed, and I’m good with it. Continue reading “What You Don’t Know…”

That Moment

It’s that moment. You know, the moment just after I’ve composed a lovely text message and sent it off into the ether, and I’m waiting to hear back. And in that pregnant pause between expectation and actuality, I feel truly alive. But then the pause stretches, and I realize it might take a little longer … Continue reading That Moment

The Flood

They said there’d be rain, and lots of it. They said it would start early and not end for weeks. They said it would be the single largest rainfall we’d ever had. And I laughed. I mean, honestly, who predicts rain in the middle of the dry season except for some absolute lunatics? They even … Continue reading The Flood

How to Be Unpopular

I had an afro a long time ago, but after afros were really popular and before they came back into style. I am just such a cool individual that way. Well, at least that’s what I told myself when I was fighting for an hour every morning to keep that thing styled just right without messing it up. Yeah, those were the days. Then I shaved it all off right after the shaved head look died out. I just couldn’t catch a break.

I was never popular, but not for a lack of trying. I respect all those people who say they’re comfortable with themselves and they don’t need to impress anyone, but I think that is just something people say. I at least have an innate need to please other people and to fit in, and when I inevitably don’t fit in or please certain people I feel like a big fat failure.

You can imagine how high school was for me. Continue reading “How to Be Unpopular”