I’ve been reading a lot about blog lists lately. One that intrigues me is the 100 things about me list that I saw in the sidebar of some blogs. Like A Spot of T and Happy and Blue 2.
Recently, on Oprah, I saw a show that talked about a great project happening at more and more high schools in the US. It’s called “Challenge Day”. They gather the students in the gym. Then they’re given different exercises that challenge them to break down facades and overcome differences. One of the exercises that stands out is when they had the students sit in a circle and take turns completing the sentence: If you really knew me you would know that…
It was wonderful to see teenagers from different backgrounds and social statuses open up to each other.
It got me thinking about how I would complete that sentence. I could add more but here is the beginning…
If you really knew me you would you that:
I have a great husband and two energetic children.
I love my friends.
I’m hard on myself.
I have big dreams.
I don’t know what they all are yet.
I have been skydiving.
I enjoy attention.
I wish that I’d gone to college.
I was in air cadets, and loved it.
I love Oprah.
I remember nearly drowning when I was little.
My cousin rescued me.
While I was underwater I saw a pink octopus.
I’m bad with money.
I have a lot of anger stored up inside.
It escapes sometimes.
I’m afraid of it.
I love to talk on the phone.
I hate being startled.
My husband and son think that it’s hilarious to sneak up and startle me.
I don’t like the dark.
I love to travel.
I love to read and can never remember the names of authors.
I’m still trying to find that special thing that I’m really good at doing. My passion.
I wish I had the courage to join a theatre group and learn to act.
That’s the first thing that I remember wanting to do.
My dad said that I would never make any money at it.
I never pursued it any further.
Not even in high school.
I don’t see that as dad’s fault.
It’s mine for not chasing my own dream.
I can never understand song lyrics. I can’t make out the words half the time.
I yell at my kids more than I would like.
I feel jealous sometimes.
I can usually talk myself out of it, though.
I’m afraid to write down the real “If you knew me” stuff.
My mom reads this blog.
One of my closest friends doesn’t.
She’s admitted that she just skims, looks at the pictures, but the rest doesn’t grab her attention.
I pretend that it doesn’t hurt my feelings.
It’s just a silly blog after all.
But it does hurt, because I would read hers if she had one.
I can be winy sometimes.
As you’ve just witnessed.
Did I mention that I’m hard on myself?
I can laugh at myself, though.
I have a good sense of humour.
But I’m not very witty.
I do admire other people’s wittiness.
I’ve read a lot of witticisms while blogging.
I don’t have a lot of friends, but the ones I have really love me.
I have a great life.
I just need to learn to appreciate it.