Zen-Denizen tagged me to blog about six unspectacular quirks. Here’s what I think they are:
1. This may quite possibly turn out to be a medical condition: I laugh, goosebump, headlight, climax, and sometimes cry, too easily.
*** Although—while I tear up oh-so-easy (at the news, movies, songs, conversations), I’m not doing enough. In fact, my life, right now, is too much about being a bourgie dilettante. I comfort myself with the thought that when my kids are independent, I’ll go to an ashram or refugee camp or anywhere where they could use me.***
2. Most old people love me; kids frequently crush. My peers—I can never tell how they feel. Still, some of the people who love me (best friends, my sister, my husband, and an erstwhile fiancé) arrived at their pet-name for me independently. They all call me “puppy.”
*** So—I tell them female puppies grow up to be bitches.***
3. I’ve mostly been (washing and) wearing the same two bras for the last 14 months. They’re the pregnancy/nursing variety. I got them when I sprouted pregnant boobage and i’ve since been nursing (just the baby mind, not the sick and the dying) and they’re super convenient.
*** Also—re. those bras: there’s a special Pilates machine in hell reserved for me because I think they look sort of bondage-y.***
4. I love my babies. They’re perfect for snuggling, surprise me, make me giggle, break my heart, do me proud, and take my breath away. Every single day.
*** Still—the time I most look forward to is when they’re asleep and I can snuggle uninterrupted with their dad. Even better, I look forward to the day they’ll be off at college and I can snuggle up with their dad all day.***
5. I’m a freak. I grew taller after all my peers had hit their adult height. That was probably because I was severely anorexic between the ages of 16 and 19 and my body didn’t have the fuel to grow. Now when I’m turned down for a job because I’m not tall enough, I mentally beat myself up.
*** And then—I think how much more my boobs would have grown and stop beating myself up.***
6. I’m a total procrastinator and can procrastinate for months on projects that have a defined deadline.
*** Wait—you already knew that :).***