I got tagged to write 25 Random Things About Myself on Facebook, so I sat down and put a list together. I was happy that someone cared enough to ask, even though that might be a pretty loose use of “caring”. I wanted to write a list, but doing it without being tagged seened sort of pathetic. Like my list is so significant that it can’t wait. I think about these things too much.
I figured that if I was gonna do it, I might as well try to write about what’s important to me, rather than just tossing out a list of isolated random facts. At the moment, I’m in sort of a state of flux, and the list reflects that. A year from now, I hope I’d be writing an entirely different list.
The list is a little short on fun. How could I forget to mention the cats? I could build another list, with more trivial factiods, that would be lighter. That’d be a great way to extend the procrastination value of the exercise.
“Now comes the scary part. I took this seriously. What if no one cares about my 25 things? No one bothers to comment? #1 (“I have an endless need for affirmation.”) is there for a reason, unfortunately.”
