Today has been one of those days where I’m not feeling particularly motivated and have a serious case of writers block. I’m blaming Brandi. I’m supposed to go over to her house after work and she just texting me asking me to grab some beer because she’s got drama to update me on. Yes, I realize how high school that sounds. No, I’m not sorry. Anywho… this lack of creativity lead me to my handy-dandy “post ideas” folder and then to this post by Two Thirds Hazel. The rest? Well the rest can be found below.
— I easily spend 7 hours a day with Facebook and/or Twitter open. I might not be scrolling through or actually looking at it, but it’s open. I have quite a few people who I communicate through Facebook Messenger rather than texting simply because it’s easier to type on a computer than on my phone.
— I would rather worry about something only for it to not even happen than to be caught off guard. I know how absolutely horrible that sounds and how much unnecessary stress I bring on myself. I’ve gotten myself all worked up and told myself that I need to stop, but I just can’t seem to do it. The thought of not being prepared and having to make a fast decision about something huge scares the crap out of me. I’d much rather weigh the pros and cons of every situation so that when I do have to make a quick decision it’s at least well thought through.
— I speak like 3 love languages. You can tell me that you love me a thousand times over and while I love to hear it, I also need to see/feel it. Quality time, physical touch and acts of service are just as important to me. Spending time together, without the distractions of phones/social media or holding my hand while we drive around town mean the world to me. I don’t need you to do everything for me, but little things like cleaning the house or filling up my car will score major points with me.
— When it comes to Ben, I’m a jealous person. He has never given me any reason to not trust him or to be jealous, but I am. It’s not like I’m sitting around going through his phone or freaking out on him anytime he talks to another girl. I have found that it’s better for me to just ask questions, rather than sit around letting nothing turn into something in my head. I realize that most of that isn’t fair to him and I’m working on it.
— I have eczema. This is something I’ve had for as long as I can remember. It used to be on my arms, on the inside of my elbows, when I was a kid. Now-a-days it’s just on my legs and can be kept under control with a steroid cream and remembering to put lotion on daily. I do, however, have to be careful about what lotions, bath soaps and such that I use.
Well hot dog! That wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Is there anything you’d like to get off your chest?