Since relocating my blog to my new home, I thought I would share a post I did back when I was still using Tumblr, for those people who haven’t been there, and have only followed me here.
If anyone out there was curious about what makes me tick, I thought I would share 10 things you may or may not know about me.
1 – My blogs/social media are private to real life.
Yes, it’s a little bit complicated, but my blogs have always been unknown to most everyone I know in real life, including my family. It’s always been my private escape and personal expression of my passion for fashion, and the pessimist in me is afraid of what people will think if they knew this side of me. I can count on one hand the number of people who know I blog.
2 – I ADORE music.
It has a way of saying what’s on my mind or in my heart, when I simply can’t find the right words. It always knows how to comfort me when I’m down, how to boost me when I need to be strong, and how to keep me going when I’m charged. I easily get goosebumps or am moved to tears or joy when I hear a song that speaks to my soul.
3 – I’m very emotional.
It’s the Pisces in me. And likely the pessimist as well. I’m always struggling to feel like I belong somewhere. I’m always wanting to make sure that I’m liked and loved by people. When they don’t, or when someone is mad at me, I take it very personally. It’s a kind of a blessing and a curse. I envy those who have the ability to not give a damn about what others think of them.
4 – I love to sing.
But, I don’t love to have people listen. When a favorite song comes on, I’m morally obligated to belt out the lyrics, and sing with all of my heart. However, if someone is within earshot, you won’t hear a peep out of me, or I will sing VERRRRRRRRY quietly along.
5 – Depression runs in my family.
I’ve never had a full-blown episode of it before (thankfully), but I do have mild bouts from time to time. Normally, they’ll only last a day or two, but I have had a couple that lasted a few days.
6 – I get along with women better than men.
It’s true. I just don’t really have much in common with the fellas. I’m not really into sports, or cars, or other things that men are typically into (though I do enjoy watching the Super Bowl, and playing video games). At the same time, I don’t have much in common with women either (for obvious reasons, haha), but I seem to connect with them more than I do men. I think it’s because of my sensitivity and emotional nature.
7 – I LOVE Project Runway.
Not like “funny farm” obsessive, but I LOVE the show. I never would have been introduced to the world of fashion and style without it. I even wrote an entire blog post about why it means so much to me. The show ignited a passion in me that never existed before.
8 – I’m very camera shy.
Like, VERY camera shy. I never like how I look in pictures, and always think I look so goofy in them. I don’t even take my blog pictures when there are others around. I make sure that I’m completely alone, just myself and my trusty iPhone, tripod, and bluetooth remote. When I’m at lunch and going through my photos to choose for my blog posts, I can easily take up half of my lunch hour going through them to find the right ones to use.
9 – I am quite the pessimist.
Yep, no “glass half full” around here. I’m always on the opposing side. I’m of the mindset where actions speak louder than words. Chalk that up to life experiences. People can always talk a mean game, but when people say one thing, and do something else, the action (in my eyes) holds more weight.
10 – I dwell a lot in the past, especially if it’s something that hurt me.
I’m totally backwards in this aspect. While I do keep positive things in my mind, the negative things always stand out more in my mind and my heart. I can be kind of like an elephant in that I tend to not forgive and forget when a person wrongs or hurts me. I know, there are countless places and people that say to let go of the past and the hurt, but it’s part of who I am, and it has defined me, for better or worse.
Hopefully this gives you a little bit more insight to the mystery that is me.