Things I Don’t Want You To Know…
This weekend, while sitting with a friend over an early-morning Starbucks fix, I was turned on to an interesting blog idea. My friend and I were talking about blogging and I was explaining things that have worked for me and things that haven’t. One of the things I mentioned that have worked is being real and authentic; that readers don’t want to see happy-go-lucky, my life is so perfect and my kids are amazing, posts.
She mentioned seeing a blog post from someone who, in the spirit of authenticity, wrote out a list of 25 things she didn’t want her readers to know about her.
I loved that idea.
So…
25 Things I Don’t Want You To Know About Me
- It is hard for me to say “I love you.” I may very well love you to my core, but unless you’re my kids or my husband, it’s extremely difficult for me to put my heart on my sleeve and open myself up that way.
- I have sworn at my kids. I’m not proud of it, but the occasional, “Damnit, Colby!” has slipped from my lips.
- I can be judgmental. I try extremely hard not to be, I try to live by the “live and let live” philosophy, but sometimes, I just can’t help it.
- I rarely think I’m good enough. I’m not a good enough friend, mother, wife, daughter, sister, etc… I feel that there are so many people in my life that I don’t deserve at all.
- I have body image issues. I starved myself for a while in high school. I have a hard time not obsessing when I’m exercising and losing weight. Even when I was a size 4, I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “Wow, I still look fat.”
- Sometimes I get so overwhelmed, I just want to run away and not look back.
- Talking on the phone makes me nervous. I hate cold-calling people, I hate talking on the phone for the first few times if I don’t know you very well. I get over it quickly, but it makes me nervous to talk on the phone. (I prefer face-to-face.)
- I am a shy person on the inside. When I walk into a new situation, I busy myself with random things to let myself warm up to the new environment. After that, I’m still nervous, but I try to hide it.
- I laugh when people get hurt. It’s another awkward, nervous thing and I don’t actually think it’s funny.
- I second guess everything. I will play a conversation over and over in my head and kick myself about saying this or not saying that.
- I am gullible.
- Sometimes, I pick my nose. (And anyone who tells me they don’t… I don’t trust.)
- I care too much about what people think. That includes people I don’t even know. I would like to think I’m a stronger, more self-assured person than that, but I’m not.
- I spend too much time online. I know it.
- I have contemplated suicide in the past, and thought how peaceful it would be to simply pass away. (Thank God for being on top of antidepressants this time around for PPD.)
- I am defiant toward some people. If certain people tell me I have to do something because, in their opinion, it’s the right thing to do, I will likely do the complete opposite. I’m kind of a brat like that.
- Poking my eye out with a stick sounds like more fun to me than owning a dog. I’m not a dog person. I don’t mind it when other people have dogs, but I don’t want one of my own. I have enough crap in my life (literally) and don’t want to clean up said crap before my kids can play outside.
- Speaking isn’t my forte. I tend to say things in a way that I absolutely didn’t mean because I messed up a word or two in the sentence. This is exactly why I write.
- Seafood is gross, in my opinion. Sorry, it’s… just… blech!
- Small talk annoys me. I don’t mind it to start and warm up, or as we’re getting to know each other, but at some point, I want to have a real conversation. I want to get to know you, what makes you tick, what annoys you, and what has shaped the person you are today.
- I don’t floss as often as I should. Like, the week before I go to the dentist, usually.
- The thought of being without my phone and computer makes me feel anxious.
- I enjoy being away from my kids. I love the break and I don’t miss them while I’m away from them. I think that makes me a bad mom in some people’s eyes.
- Patience isn’t my strong-suit.
- I could probably list 25 more things about my personality that I don’t want you to know.
What are your 25 things? Will you share them with your friends on your blog or in a comment below? I’d love to read what you come up with. You might be surprised, like I was, at the things you try to keep hidden from others.
