Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Entry #2- Know This

"Write what you know," they say. Whoever they are, I'll take their advice.

I know who I am (though I don't know how others see me, let alone if they see the real me).

I know what I love (and do so pretty strongly).

I know I am a decent writer (and honestly, my dream job is to write trashy romance novels; that or be a professional entertainment writer).

I know that I am Christian (and also know, while I am proud to state that fact, am not the best Christian I could be and is something I am working on and struggling with).

I know I am completely a cat person and not at all a dog person.

I know that I should exercise to help my body but my body is part of what prevents me from exercising.

I know I am tired. Both in body and spirit and of oh so many things.

I know I hold a lot of unpopular opinions (for example, that character you love? I likely hate and the more you tell me I should love them; the more I will hate them) but chose not to share them because I think there is already too much negativity out there.

I know I am a total solitary introvert and that makes a lot of people uncomfortable that I am so comfortable with my own (and my cats') company.

I know that I am also a hopeless romantic but the previous statement doesn't lend itself to a lifestyle where I can meet someone. (I have never had or been asked on a date and never been kissed. And not in the clever Drew Barrymore sort of way. More of a Steve Carrel 40-year-old virgin sort of way. And I'm four years short of being that.)

I know I am a fiercely loyal friend and expect the same; as such, if I don't get that I can drop you easily. Which may not be fair but its who I am (and referring to two statements up, doesn't bother me as much as it probably should.)

I know my favorite color is green but only specific shades of it.

I know I love Disney, especially the theme parks and specifically Walt Disney World and am a snob about that fact. I also know that if anyone tells you they are too old for it, doesn't deserve it anyway.

I know most people wouldn't want to play pop culture trivia games with me and I would easily win.

I know I have dry skin on my legs and scalp and my hair is super dry but an oily face. And what is up with that? My forehead, always needs moping up, the hairline next it? Constantly flaky (but it's not dandruff, it's dry scalp).

I know I have curly hair that I am in a daily battle with to keep as minimally frizzed as possible. I only wash it once, maybe twice,  a week. Only air dry it. Use no tools on it. Yet, all kinds of breakage.

I know I have lived in the same house my whole life and that I will not leave it unless forcibly removed from it.

I know am a fair cook. I'd likely never win a contest on the Food Network but can follow a recipe like nobody's business.

I know I am forgetting things I wanted to add to the post but can't remember what they are.

And I know that Oliver Queen is not alone and Felicity Smoak believes in him. (Yes, there will be a lot of pop culture references here.)

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