things that say a lot about us.

"things that say a lot about people:
the way in which they treat the waiter/waitress
how they feel about the weather
whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books
and hands in general
their preferred creative outlet
how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone
whether or not they drink coffee
if they ever forget to eat
how honest they are with themselves (and others)
if they correct your grammar
and whether or not they get nervous before haircuts."
by this person

i. I tend to treat waiters and waitresses with cautious politeness. Cautiousness, because ordering food just makes me feel so awkward and nervous. I don't know why. But my heart thumps and I get nervous and my voice comes out really small, or at least I think it does. When I'm in a group, or even just with one other person, God forbid they let me order first. I like being very last, thank you. But I treat waiters and waitresses and really any other stranger with extreme extreme politeness and I like to say thank you a lot, because I know they probably had to deal with at least one extreme jerk that day. 

ii. When I think about it, I like all weather. I love a good, warm, summer day, I love rainy days, snow makes my heart happy, and who can resist frolicking in spring-ish weather?! Although, my curly hair and I LOATHE humidity. He is our biggest foe.

iii. My heart breaks every time I see a page in a book dog eared. Books should be treated with a ridiculous amount of care, really. Although I do love a well loved book. And I don't mind a highlighted book, or a book with notes in the margin. Again with the well loved thing!

iv. My nails are a hot mess, usually. I just painted them yesterday, and already, every single nail is chipped and picked at. I bite my nails. My cuticles are the worst. I have a horrid habit at picking at my nails when I'm nervous. Which is most of the time.

v. I have teeny tiny first grader hands. I'm judgemental about hands and feet so I'm really glad I like mine. They're extremely soft, and my fingertips are tough from years of playing the violin. I have permanent blisters on the palm of both hands from 4th grade when I taught myself to do the monkey bars. It was seriously THE only thing I would do at recess everyday, basically all year. I was so set on learning. And there is not much more I like than holding hands!

vi. Photography and writing are my creative outlets of choice. Writing, mostly. This semester, I've been taking a creative writing class, and it's been such a joy! I never enjoyed poetry, not even a little before this, but now that I've grown to really love it. And photography, well I love photography oh so much. I just haven't picked up my camera seriously, in awhile. I need to do that.

vii. I actually really enjoy talking on the phone, depending on with who it is. If it's someone I know very well, it's nice. If you can't see the person face to face, it's so much better than texting. I have a love-hate relationship with texting. It causes an unbelievable amount of worry and anxiety for me, in some cases, but at the same I just really love it. It's complicated. But I, just like everyone, prefer face to face over ANYTHING. 

viii. Oh coffee. Another love-hate relationship. It tastes so good, but it makes me so twitchy and I react to it so awfully. But that doesn't stop me from getting some every day before work. On Valentine's Day, I had the worst reaction to coffee that I ever had and I stopped drinking it for months. And then I had some a few months ago, and it's just been downhill from there. Curse you, Starbucks!

ix. It is a very, very rare occasion that I forget to eat. My life basically revolves around food. They don't call me the human garbage disposal for nothing!

x. I think I'm brutally honest with myself. I think. I don't know. I don't think I lie to myself to make myself feel better about things. If anything, I think it's the opposite. I get all panicky about things that I really know aren't true, but I convince myself they are true. I don't even know if that makes sense! And I know I am very, very honest with everyone. I don't really count this as dishonesty, but a lot of the time, it's so much easier to just tell people I'm fine than try to explain why I'm feeling blue. A lot of the time, I don't even know myself, so how the heck am I supposed to explain it to someone else?!

xi. I am awful about correcting people's grammar. I've gotten better about saying it out loud, but mentally, I always am correcting, If I said it out loud, I would have more enemies than friends. 

xii. Well, this is fortuitous timing! Yesterday, I had eight inches of hair cut off. I was a nervous wreck. I haven't had my hair this short in a very long while. I kept teetering back and forth between wanting to do it and backing down. But, I was surprisingly confident when I walked into my hair studio yesterday. I told my lovely stylist, Angie, that right then I was absolutely sure I wanted to do it, and that we had to get it over with quick before I changed my mind. Let me tell you, guys.... I have never ever loved my hair this much! It's so bouncy and swooshy and lovely. 

(sorry for the instagram picture. Anticipate a better picture in the next few days!)

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