Five things you didn’t know about me that you didn’t ask about but that I have been forced against my will to expose…
1. I don’t mind telling people things about myself that they didn’t already know. In fact, I often tell people things about myself that they did already know…repeatedly, and far more elaborately and exaggeratedly than the first time. (Or the second time.) It’s a latin story telling thing. It explains how my grandfather managed to spawn five children with his foot-long penis while trekking uphill barefoot in the snow to work. In Cuba. (Ours is a particularly robust family line.)
2. Despite the fact that the idealist in me is shrinking with age, I still believe in the power that a single person has to make a huge difference….and that if everyone believed this, particularly if everyone believed that they themselves could make a huge difference, the world would be a much better place. And in this better world, I think the first things that would be made law would be midday siestas and free chocolate for everyone without an allergy. It could be so beautiful.
3. I pick my cuticles too much. Especially when I’m nervous. And when The Brit gently smacks my hands to get me to stop, my hands find a nice quiet place out of sight so that I can keep picking my cuticles. It’s my only vice. (Other than swearing like a drunken sailor, scratching my crotch unabashedly in public, eating too much cheese, and farting at will. Though, those last two I list amongst my many talents as well.) (Just kidding.) (Not really.)
4. I’m not afraid of heights. In fact, I enjoy them…and for the same reasons that I enjoy traveling and blogging: because all three are usually associated with a really great view of something other than the small space that I occupy. A view reminds me that there is more to life than my obnoxiousness, my many “talents”, or my surgical profession…and that there are many more stories out there than just those involving my particularly virile grandfather.
5. One of my favorite quotes is that of Laurel Thatcher Ulrich: “Well-behaved women seldom make history.” I’m sure she didn’t intend for me to abuse her words by using them to justify the vices described in the latter part of #3, but alas, I hope to someday make history in other, more meaningful ways.*
Thanks, Waspgoddess, for the tagging! And with that, I tag Mr. Poopie next. Poops, the baton is ALL yours! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with it!
* Like figuring out how to make midday siestas and free chocolate international mandates.