Things You Might Not Know About Me

There are things you don’t know about me and I’m quite scared about revealing myself to people (blogging has helped me with this) I've never been one to be very open about who I am. Opening myself up to others is the first step to a whole new world that I’m sure is filled with sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. This blog post is my attempt at letting people know the “real me”. Yep, the real me. Not some fake version of me...although I still believe that I am just a figment of someone’s imagination.

So here I am, putting down on this very blog of mine, things that you might not know about me. It’s going to be tough. But you know what, I don’t care that these things may change your perception of me. “This is me… this is who I am,” someone once told me to chant.

  • I hate walking under ladders. Even if it means I have to take the extremely long way around that will take me half way around the world.
  • Uneven stuff. I can’t go past uneven pictures, towels, clothes or any other uneven thing. I won’t hear a damn thing you say if there is something wrong with your clothes. Whether your shirt sleeve or pants leg is turned up slightly, tags hanging out or any other improper wearing of clothes. It drives me insane and it must be fixed at once!
  • I stop at pedestrian crossings...of course for the people crossing, but I just like to give everyone the opportunity to cross, even if they don’t want to cross right away. Someone could come out of a shop any minute and want to use that pedestrian crossing. And yet I have a compulsion to put my foot down when I see jay-walkers.
  • 3/4 pants are full-length on me. I have really, really short legs.
  • Big things in museums scare me. I freak out when confronted by big things in museums. I once waited for people to go through the dinosaur exhibit at the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto so I could walk closely behind them. Sure, they thought I was weird but that was the only way to walk past so many big dinosaurs. I once freaked out while walking under a giant replica of a whale at the Canadian Museum of Nature. Add to that list, wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men. I think I'd someday like to visit The Museum of Tiny Things. I think it would be less scary...and so cute too!
  • I dance in empty elevators because no one is watching...I assume. But you will see me singing and bopping away in my car.
  • And finally, and importantly – I am generally and usually very happy.

Phew, that feels a lot better! I’m glad I got those things off my chest. I hope you have been enlightened by these things you might not have known about me. But at least you can say you know a few things about me. And I am comfortable with that. 


  1. Haa! I like the one about big things. That's pretty awesome. I'm sure there's a museum of tiny things somewhere...??

  2. I am laughing about the 3/4 pants :)

  3. Too funny! Thanks for sharing and making me smile. :-)

  4. I love this! and ummm about the really really short legs...I'm right there with you!

  5. Short legs of the world unite!


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