A Late Introduction
With all the blathering I did about recent changes yesterday, I didn't give much introductory information about myself. So, here are a few random facts:
I'm left-handed.
I'm a bookworm. I'm constantly in the middle of some book or another. Right now, it's Donna Tartt's The Little Friend. Now, this woman can write. Very well-imagined book. Not of the page-turner type--Ms. Tartt takes her time setting things up--but very well written and enjoyable so far.
I still look at the keys when I type. I'm a fairly quick typist, but I never learned the conventional way we're all suppose to type, so my eyes tend to go back to the keyboard. I'm trying to train myself otherwise as I write this, but my patience is running low.
I'm resistant to change. Of course, everyone is, to some extent. But, I am known for my fear of leaving my comfort zone. So much of my life contributes to this. I came from a large family, so a huge part of my social circle was already made for me. I lived in one city for almost 27 years. I'm an introvert. You see where this is going... BUT, I am working on this, partly because I'm with a guy from Jersey whose tastes are as varied as mine are confined. Which leads perfectly into...
I prefer mid-tempo R&B. I'm also picky about my music, and, of course, Marcus's musical tastes are wide open, so I'm working on that one, too. It's all a process...
I'm an oldest sibling. It's just me and my sis, five years apart. It's a good thing Mom didn't have anymore because I hate to think how mean Nicole and I would've been to it. We've already thought of all the ways we would've tortured it.
I'm a night person. Left to my own devices, I normally stay up far too late. I seem to be more productive in the later hours.
I'm relationship-oriented, which is a nice way of saying I'm a wimp about being on my own. In the past 14 years, I've spent maybe four total being single. It's just not my thing. But, luckily, I am with a damn good man now and I have the feeling the years of frustration may be over. Am I hoping for too much?
I'm self-contradicting. I like my alone time, but need people around me. I'm generally a strong person, but when it comes to relationships and people I care about, I turn to mush. I'm driven and ambitious, but can drag my ass like no one else. Does this mean I'm interesting or just neurotic?
I'm a worrier and have the white hairs at 27 to prove it.
I have wonderful friends. My supporting cast has been one of the best. What can I say? I'm lucky.
I'm a writer. Yeah, I've said it before, but I like saying it. Writing's my first love, and the only thing I can see myself doing for the rest of my life, job-wise. All the other jobs pay the bills. Hopefully, writing will do that one day and I will be one happy Mexican. Until then, still vying for the big break.
I'm a Southerner and never felt like one as much as I do now that I'm away from it. Not only that, but dating a Yankee (yes, we still call them Yankees) makes me feel more southern. And, no, I don't mean Yankee in a derogatory way, just Southern speak for Northerners, especially Northeasterners. Anyhow, I can't speak badly of them; I'm in love with one.
I'm a Sex and the City junkie. How can you not like the show? Excellent writing, casting, acting. It's compelling TV, I tell ya.
That's all the odds and ends off the top of my head. I'm writing this at work while doing territory reassignments (I always have such trouble typing that word). The system takes few minutes for everything I'm doing, so I have to pass the time.
I hope all is well with everyone. I'll ramble later.
--Joseph
I'm left-handed.
I'm a bookworm. I'm constantly in the middle of some book or another. Right now, it's Donna Tartt's The Little Friend. Now, this woman can write. Very well-imagined book. Not of the page-turner type--Ms. Tartt takes her time setting things up--but very well written and enjoyable so far.
I still look at the keys when I type. I'm a fairly quick typist, but I never learned the conventional way we're all suppose to type, so my eyes tend to go back to the keyboard. I'm trying to train myself otherwise as I write this, but my patience is running low.
I'm resistant to change. Of course, everyone is, to some extent. But, I am known for my fear of leaving my comfort zone. So much of my life contributes to this. I came from a large family, so a huge part of my social circle was already made for me. I lived in one city for almost 27 years. I'm an introvert. You see where this is going... BUT, I am working on this, partly because I'm with a guy from Jersey whose tastes are as varied as mine are confined. Which leads perfectly into...
I prefer mid-tempo R&B. I'm also picky about my music, and, of course, Marcus's musical tastes are wide open, so I'm working on that one, too. It's all a process...
I'm an oldest sibling. It's just me and my sis, five years apart. It's a good thing Mom didn't have anymore because I hate to think how mean Nicole and I would've been to it. We've already thought of all the ways we would've tortured it.
I'm a night person. Left to my own devices, I normally stay up far too late. I seem to be more productive in the later hours.
I'm relationship-oriented, which is a nice way of saying I'm a wimp about being on my own. In the past 14 years, I've spent maybe four total being single. It's just not my thing. But, luckily, I am with a damn good man now and I have the feeling the years of frustration may be over. Am I hoping for too much?
I'm self-contradicting. I like my alone time, but need people around me. I'm generally a strong person, but when it comes to relationships and people I care about, I turn to mush. I'm driven and ambitious, but can drag my ass like no one else. Does this mean I'm interesting or just neurotic?
I'm a worrier and have the white hairs at 27 to prove it.
I have wonderful friends. My supporting cast has been one of the best. What can I say? I'm lucky.
I'm a writer. Yeah, I've said it before, but I like saying it. Writing's my first love, and the only thing I can see myself doing for the rest of my life, job-wise. All the other jobs pay the bills. Hopefully, writing will do that one day and I will be one happy Mexican. Until then, still vying for the big break.
I'm a Southerner and never felt like one as much as I do now that I'm away from it. Not only that, but dating a Yankee (yes, we still call them Yankees) makes me feel more southern. And, no, I don't mean Yankee in a derogatory way, just Southern speak for Northerners, especially Northeasterners. Anyhow, I can't speak badly of them; I'm in love with one.
I'm a Sex and the City junkie. How can you not like the show? Excellent writing, casting, acting. It's compelling TV, I tell ya.
That's all the odds and ends off the top of my head. I'm writing this at work while doing territory reassignments (I always have such trouble typing that word). The system takes few minutes for everything I'm doing, so I have to pass the time.
I hope all is well with everyone. I'll ramble later.
--Joseph
posted by Joseph at 12:56 PM
2 Comments:
Thank you for the entertaining intro. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's not a "real" typist.
Nobody can be interesting without being neurotic, by the way. ;)
"Sex and the Sister"
Me & Mine (ten year difference). Guess who is the oldest (& has the grey hairs to prove it)?
One of my favorite lyrics:
"...the new Bobby & Whitney/only time we don't speak is during Sex and the City/she gets Carrie fever but soon as the shows' over/she's right back to being my soldier..."
Beyonce got cool points on that one.
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