Occasionally I'll think of something to write about, an idea will pop into my head and I'll actually make a note of it. There's this great little feature on my phone to write a memo and I use it for everything from blog notes to grocery lists. So I have about ten different blog ideas listed there and, really, none of them is something I want to put any time into right now. For some reason, there's lots I want to write about, but I've been too lazy to organize my thoughts into a decent post.
I mean, look at me now, I'm just typing along as though I actually have something to say and, really, I'm just typing this off the top of my head. (Don't you just love figures of speech like that? I can't help but picture myself literally typing on top of my head.) But it's really just that I miss writing. You know, like when you want to call a friend for no particular reason, you just want to talk to someone. It's like that. I don't really have anything I want to write about, I just want to write. How weird is that?
So then I read Girl's latest post and thought, Eureka!! That's it! (No, I don't really say eureka, but for some reason it was the first thing that popped into my head so I went with it. Remember, there's really no plan to this; it's just happening.) What better way to write than to write about how uninteresting I am. Yes, I know, you could tell just by reading this post. But there are so many other things. And since Girl gave an open invitation, I accept.
Six Uninteresting Things About Me:
- I push back my cuticles. When I'm really thinking hard about something, I'll sit and work each finger, pushing back the cuticle, scraping any signs of flesh from the nail bed until I work out whatever's on my mind or something happens to interfere with my train of thought.
- I don't make the bed. Sometimes I make the bed, because sometimes I will get highly motivated to keep the bedroom clean, but it doesn't last long. I really don't understand the point of making the bed each morning, anyway, when you're just going to get back into it at night. But, that said, if the bed is unmade when I'm going to bed I have to make it before I get in. Not all the way, but I do have to get the sheets and covers all just right before I get into bed.
- I play games with myself. For instance, when I peel an orange I will see how much of the orange I can peel off without breaking the peel. There is a trick to this, but I don't want to give away all my secrets. I will tell you though, I don't use a knife; it's all with the hands.
- I save the lone sock. When folding laundry there is the inevitable sock that has lost its partner. But I have hope that in the next load of laundry the partner will be found, so I put the lone sock in the drawer to await the return of its partner. Sadly, months will go by and I'll reluctantly throw away the lone sock. It takes months before I can do this, because there has been the rare occasion when I threw away the lone sock only to have the partner return the next week.
- I savor the M&Ms. Peanut M&Ms to be exact. I put one, yes, just one in my mouth and gently break off the candy shell. Then I twirl my tongue around it until all the chocolate is gone and then, and only then do I crunch into the peanut. When I've completely finshed, I pop another one into my mouth.
- I exercise in my head. Sometimes at night, when I'm laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I'll think about getting up early the next morning to exercise. I visualize myself doing the girly pushups, the walking lunges, the squats and count through 15 reps/3 sets each. Before I know it, I've fallen asleep. Unfortunately, all this visualizing hasn't helped me stay in shape.
Since no one actually tagged me, I don't feel too obligated to tag anyone else. But if you are so inclined, you can post some uninteresting things about yourself in the comments. And hopefully I will get over my writing laziness and have something more interesting to write about next time. Oh, and just to let you all know, I have been reading your blogs. But see, I've been so lazy about writing, I just haven't even been writing but a few comments. I'm so ashamed . . .