Yeah, I’m that girl at gatherings, parties and functions. I chat it up.
I’m not quiet and I don’t sit and wait for someone to come talk to me.
I’ll talk to a rock if I have to. I like to converse. I like to learn about people. I like to ask questions. I like to hear people speak. I’ve been known to spark a lively debate in public. Sue me.
But, one thing I am learning about myself is that the conversation is not always “even”. There has been 6 separate incidents in the past month where i wrote a post and surprised some close friends and family with stuff I wrote about. I got “I didn’t know that about you!” and “Wait….how did I not know that?!”
I’m learning that being a conversationalist sometimes limits discussion about ones self. Not that tons (or anyone) is super interested in me or what I’m all about. That’s not what I am saying. But I have realized that I love hearing about people and their lives so much that I generally ask question after question and rarely mention anything personal about myself. Obviously there are exceptions, such as close friends and intense personal conversations. But on the whole, I would rather hear about someone else and their experiences than speak about myself. I’m sure this is the same for most people.
Which lends itself to me hearing alot, “I didn’t know that!” and “I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Even before I blogged I would get this frequently.
I feel guilty about it sometimes, actually. Like I should draw a time-line graph for people (like the ones you drew in 4th grade, outlining the presidents of the United States or when the California Missions were established) of my life and what I have actually done, so they don’t seem surprised.
So here are some high and low points for you to know. And if you couldn’t care less, than you prove my point that it is much more interesting for me to hear about YOU than for you to hear about me. Thus validating the fact that I don’t bring picture albums to each party to highlight my existence.
But now you can’t say I never told you .
*I was a nanny for 9 months. For two kids. I almost had elective, irreversible surgery to avoid child-bearing, as a result.
*I met George Lucas.
*I have a learning disability. I have dyslexia. I can’t take scantron tests and am considered a “disabled student” when applying to Universities.
*I was a professional gift-wrapper.
*I smoked for almost a year of my life in my late teens. (Insert sobs of disappointment from my parents, extended family, past Sunday school teachers and extremely conservative friends) I stopped because I knew that If I didn’t sooner, rather than later, I would be addicted for life. And it kills your body and ruins your clothes and is just wrong. I was super convicted about it. But I loved it. And I still miss it when I smell cigarette smoke. Hey, we all have had a vice at one time, right?
*I am pretty legalistic when it comes to church attendance. It isn’t why I wake up each Sunday morning and go, but it’s certainly motivation.
*I was a personal shopper.
*I get really sick of being lumped in with the stereotype that Christians are radical, judgmental and uneducated. And the fact that people use that stereotype as a reason not to believe or dismiss biblical teachings. Oh, and when people think they are being funny and make fun of my salvation because somehow it attaches me to Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, Pat Robertson, Bill O’Reilly or any other uber-right wing conservative. Because I must love all of them SO MUCH.
*Sadly, I think that the growing trend is that Christians are the biggest liability to the Christian faith. So, I am dead set on reversing that.
*I think that my biggest pet peeve is when people are late.
*I like snow globes.
*I traveled to the World Cup in 2006 with a friend and my husband and it was an amazing trip. I don’t understand people that don’t like to travel.
*I drink 3 day old coffee. I don’t like to waste it.
*I went on a missions trip to Guatemala that changed my life in several ways.
*I like to write messages on mirrors and under stamps.
*I get air and sea sick.
*I secretly would love to start a game night where all we play is Bible Trivia (the 1980’s version), but know that my friends would laugh at me and not come. Maybe not Mary. She would wipe the floor with me.
There you go. Thrilling, wasn’t it?
Is there anything about you I should know? Surprise me.