Inspired by both Lua(who will be added to the blogroll a little later) and Shiona(over there already) I thought it would be amusing and informative to make a few confessions of my own..concerning reasons why you might not like me in real life…..B)
Here they are, not in any particular order:
Reason 1. I am impossible to watch TV or a film with as I often shout at the TV, guess the next line or give away the entire plot with speculations. I am told I can ruin it so I try these days to be quiet…and often fail. At least at the cinema the risk of having my teeth pushed down my throat keeps me quiet.
Reason 2. I am blonde. Some people just hate blondes. I don’t know why; they just do.
Reason 3. My silent arrogance. ‘Nuff said.
Reason 4. My apparent tendancy to play one-up-manship in anecdote telling. If you’ve done it, I’ve (apparently) done it longer harder and better. I am told I will do this and it makes others feel bad. Truly sorry about this one; it’s totally unintentional.
Reason 5. I correct people. I don’t just mean professionally but generally. If someone gets something wrong, I am instantly itching to put them right on it, whether it’s a matter of knowledge or of linguistics or just of opinion. One day, someone is going to slap me for it. Along with the #4 fault, it’s something I am working on.
Reason 6. I can’t seem to stop myself offering information whether people want it or not. It means I can come across as a know-it-all and insufferable swot. Sorry. Again trying to amend my ways.
Reason 7. I am a dreadful packrat. Not a problem with a bigger house but in the current one my inability to get rid of things and to hoard is something of a problem
Reason 8. My addiction to scents. I am passionate about things that smell good, from expensive French perfumes, through herbs, through spices and food, all the way to incense and bath products. If you lose me in a shopping centre or a supermarket just go and look for me around the soaps…I am totally unrepentant about this one; you can prise the jasmine oil from my cold dead fingers…
Reason 9. I am useless at mornings. Doesn’t matter what time I get up, it takes hours to get me moving and functioning. In the meantime I am grumpy and unsociable and without mascara my eyes look like anaemic gooseberries. Don’t look at me till the Maybelline has gone on..
Reason 10. I can’t take praise. Or criticism either for that matter. I hate being either right or wrong. I’m usually right, though and people hate me for that sometimes. That includes me.
Anything to add??? (Please be gentle!)