the little things

Do you ever think the way we communicate is funny? We don’t ever hang out in person, go to the movies, gossip over dinner. Yet it seems that on blogs we tend to share and spill some of our most personal secrets and struggles. I think it is because maybe deep down we all need some validation or support. We write it out to expel it from our insides and then get emotional support from people who may have gone through what we have. Plus although we may read each other blogs’ daily there is still a certain level of anonymity to it. Maybe this why blogging has become so popular and more mainstream in recent years. It allows people to show different sides of themselves without fear of direct judgment. I mean I can’t see your face as you read the sentences. I can’t know you true gut reaction. I only see the comments (99.9% of which are positive reinforcers) and are only what you choose to tell me.

There also seems to be a bit of vanity to blogging, no? I am not offering up any great life shattering advice here, yet I blog about my life as if someone else would find it interesting. I haven’t found the cure to cancer, invented the magical diet pill, or stumbled upon the latest discovery to change man-kind. I simply sit down every evening and write. I don’t think too much into it. I sit down, look at the computer and let my fingers start moving. And when I hit publish every morning I expect some sort of reaction via page views or comments. I expect us to communicate based on what I have said.

But let’s pretend we are real life friends. That tonight we are going out. We will dress up and order drinks. We will laugh about our day and tell each other the little things that add personality and character to our lives. The little things that we don’t often share on the blog. The little mundane things that never seem important by themselves by that add up to what makes our lives ours. Like stubbing your toe in the middle of the night, forgetting to turn off your sprinklers, or beating the expert level of Minesweeper in record time. Sometimes I think it is the little things that repeated over and over are what start to symbolize who we are.

So here are 10 quirky little things that never get shared but make me me:

1. I have to sleep on my stomach facing the right side of the room.
2. I can not stand to have someone touch me under my neck. I have an instant knee jerk reaction to it.
3. I don’t drink alcohol except on rare occasions.
4. I don’t wear matching bra and panties….ever.
5. When I don’t know the words to a song I make them up as I go along. <—-Keith finds this extremely entertaining
6. I don’t like to lose. At anything.
7. I can’t take naps unless I am sick.
8. When I order coffee from Starbucks, I ask for 1/2 coffee and 1/2 hot water. I like my coffee so weak that Keith calls it one step above dirty water. Whatev.
9. I almost cried when Keith told me we weren’t getting the NFL Ticket this year.
10. I have a really bad habit of looking at myself whenever I pass a window or a mirror.