Many of you are probably aware of the
theory that the world is coming to an end tomorrow at some point. Now I’m not
one to believe in that sort of insanity, until this afternoon. Today was
actually a bit of an abnormally good day for me. Things went super well, my
hair behaved, and my dorky Christmas sweater was actually kind of ironically
cute instead of just all dork. And get this: at guitar lessons, this kid I used
to know in middle school came in after me, and he remembered my name. Now I’m
aware that this doesn’t sound like a big, exciting event, but I’m not very
re-memorable, so it freaked me out slightly (not to mention the kid has
significantly improved since our eighth grade days…). Oh, and to add to the
madness, I don’t have any homework to night. Let the scariness begin…
So here are my eleven confessions, if the
world were to end tomorrow. When they uncover the earth, and realize that we
had a thing called the Internet, someone will see these and laugh at these
“personal” things I had to share. Just for your Thursday enjoyment J
Confession #1: All of my books are based on real people that I know. If you choose
to be my friend or my acquaintance and spend time in my life, it’s kind of a
risk you have to be willing to take. Sorry, but if you’re nice, I usually try
to put you in a good light. If you’re not… well… I can’t be responsible for
what I might write about you, even though it might be slightly exaggerated.
Confession #2: I have a huge issue with change. Coming back from vacations. Buying
a new microwave. People walking in and out of my life. It’s all under the
category of stuff that I have an issue accepting. After a while, I suppose I
get used to it, but it bother me nonetheless. It’s a childish thing I’m
probably not going to grow out of, since it’s stuck around for sixteen years.
Confession #3: My dreams and reality get mixed up sometimes. If I ever mention
something to you that just sounds insane, than I’ve probably dreamed it, and it
feels super real. It happens on occasion, and I’m sorry. Just take pity on the
fact that that’s probably the most insane thing that I do.
Confession #4: When I get tired, I sound drunk. Despite my big belief in the fact
that as the hour of the night turns into the early minutes of the morning, the
words that you speak come from a closer place in your heart, I sound a little
loopy when I get tired. This isn’t the best combination for a light sleeper,
bordering on insomniac, person such as myself. But keep in might, when I’m
lacking energy, I sound like a sorority girl during rush week.
Confession #5: Yes, I write in all of my textbooks. Most are old as dirt anyway.
I’m only improving them, and helping the next student along with my notes.
You’re welcome.
Confession #6: I really miss physics class. Don’t tell Mrs. Johnston.
Confession #7: The Polar Express makes me cry. As does Toy Story and The Snowman.
Basically, anything with those sappy songs about childhood, or the magic of
Christmas makes my heart a little heavy. I’m a sucker for feeling like I’m six
again.
Confession #8: I’m so over-compulsive that I have an outfit plan. Yes, it’s true,
and a little silly. But I make a specific plan for the articles of clothing I
wear a week. Although be aware it’s one of the only two things I’m super,
freakishly perfectionist and neat about.
Confession #9: My iPod holds a higher place in my heart than my phone. Seriously,
my phone can sit under a pillow with the battery dying for days, but the minute
my iPod is the least bit uncharged I start to have a little freak out moment.
Confession #10: I probably swear too much. Point in case, while writing this
sentence, instead of writing “much”, I accidentally wrote, “fuck”. Perhaps that
should be a resolution if there’s a new year.
And finally, Confession #11: My biggest flaw is probably my tendency to
take everything too seriously. But, isn’t the first step to fixing this
admitting it? Isn’t that what they tell people with addictions? Anyway, it’s
true.
Well, voila, what I would confess, (within
limits of course, this is the Internet), if the world were to end tomorrow. And
of course, when we all come to our sense on December 22nd, wake up
and say “hey look, everybody’s alive” it will be a silly remnant to share with
the grandchildren in fifty years about how everybody really thought we might
blow up or something.
Since the next time I talk to all of you,
it will be after Christmas, I hope that all have a lovely holiday. To my Jews
out there, here’s wishing Hannukah was fabulous, all eight nights. I’m not sure
if anyone I’ve ever met celebrates Kwanza, but if you do, let’s make it great,
too. Tomorrow night, I’ll be rushing around, getting all of the wrapping and counting
of presents done, like a mad person. Oh, there’s nothing like the holidays…
Enjoy it all, everyone! Sending you &
your families the best wished possible.
Infinite xoxo,
R
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