Honesty is really important to me. While I love grandiose ideas and stories, honest ones make me appreciate more. In blogging, I often gravitate towards those who "tell it like it is", or share parts of their lives that aren't entirely "perfect" or "extraordinary". Blogging is a such a great thing. We can choose what parts of our lives to share with the world, and which to keep to ourselves. Usually we choose to share those parts that are beautiful and happy, and that is OK. I will be the first to admit that I am probably not as cool in real life as I make myself out to be. I have read a couple "If You Really Knew Me" posts around the blogging community and I love them, so I thought I would do one as well.
Here it goes. If you really knew me....
You'd know that I over stress to the point where I make myself sick. I have a hard time letting things go, and just moving forward. You'd know that I spend a lot of time with my head in the clouds. Almost to a fault. Sometimes I'd rather live in my dream world than spend my time in reality. You'd know I worry about my future constantly. I often doubt my abilities of creating the future that I want to have. You'd know I can't sleep if I don't have something to hug. Like a pillow or cat. You'd know I can be very judgmental towards myself and others. This is something I am working hard to change. You'd know that I hold onto a lot of insignificant items because I can't bear letting them go. You'd know I love the simple things, yet get caught up in the complicated. You'd know that I am a terrible procrastinator. I have no motivation to get things done early and when I wait until the last minute my work is no where near as good as it could be. You'd know that I can be really emotional about things that shouldn't be emotional. I almost always cry in movies. To even further illustrate this point I once cried at the Aquarium while watching the dolphin show. Another time while watching the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders show I cried when the girls found out the made the team. When there are appropriate times to cry I don't shed a tear. You'd know that when ordering sandwiches I almost always choose one with avocado on it. You'd know I am not a morning person. You'd know that I cringe at the sound of metal touching metal, or metal touching teeth. You'd know that I am really shy, and extremely awkward in social settings. It takes me a while to relax and really get to know people. (This is making my new situation a little difficult.) You'd know I live for my family and friends and wouldn't be anything without them.
Carli