Narcissus

Since this blog is about whatever I want, I decided to write a post about me. If you’re not interested, don’t read it. –The Management

I am the type of person who will check ads in the paper and go to two different grocery stores to get the cheapest can of tuna, but I’ll spend eighty dollars on a sweater. I’m the type of person who puts as much thought into choosing a brand of toilet cleaner as I would into choosing a diamond necklace. In both cases, the time I’d spend is more than it’s worth. I am extremely picky about the food I buy at the store, but I’ll eat anything at a restaurant. Every morning when I get up I cross off yesterday on my calendar with a black marker. I fold my underwear.

I’ve never given much thought to what type of wedding dress I’d like someday. But every time I drive down the gravel road to my grandparents’ farm, I imagine bringing my boyfriend or fiancé there for Thanksgiving dinner. He’d have to be someone who wouldn’t mind sitting around the table for an hour afterward listening to stories about people he’d never met. The stories would be about the time Grandpa hired some Amish men to move a small house off the property, and their trucks couldn’t pull hard enough so Grandpa helped out with his tractor, which tipped back on two tires from the strain. There’d be a story about the woman from church who everyone thinks steals the tablespoons from the church kitchen.

If we’re not going to have a real conversation, I’d rather not talk to you.

I want to be the best at things, and I’ll work the hardest if I think somebody else might beat me. This is a character flaw, because sometimes I even feel a little happy for minute when other people do poorly at something. I am scared of doing poorly, so it’s a relief to realize other people sometimes screw up too.

I love cooking for people. But only if I have plenty of time to prepare. I hate being rushed at anything, especially at getting ready in the mornings. If I’m rushed in the morning, I might be annoyed all day.

If people are willing to listen to me, I’ll talk as long as I have encouragement. If they don’t seem willing, I won’t bother to say anything. I’ve found that my fellow journalism students are very willing to listen to people talk, and I have a hard time shutting up. I tend to spill my guts if people seem at all interested. But I can also listen for quite a long time.

I’m a romantic, though I’ve tried to cure it. But it’s in my DNA.

I’m an idealist, and I haven’t tried to cure it.

I’m a skeptic, which my professors say is good. I believe hardly anything I’m told by anyone without testing the person on it. Sorry if I’ve done this to you.

My favorite book is All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot. It’s been my favorite since about fifth grade and it will be forever because it is the best.