that’s a weighty question, you see. I could give you the basics, could tell you that’s I’m a petite girl with ravishing hair and a sweet smile. I could tell you that I’m sharp on my words and that I speak with wide gesticulations. I could tell you that I love ordinary things like music and books and learning.
but, I could also tell you that I learn vocabulary by perpetually repeating a word in my head until I forget the definition, and that the most recent word on my mind has been “aplomb”, which means self-assurance. I could tell you it’s a noun. I could tell you that it’s been on my mind since Tuesday.
I could tell you that Frank Sinatra warms my heart and that his music makes me feel a tad less lonely. I’m naturally, by nature, a lonely person, despite my structured sentences and loud voice. I don’t click with people, I don’t find love easily, I don’t fit anywhere. I haven’t carved a hole in this world for myself yet. Frank Sinatra cures that for the four minutes I listen to him sing. I could tell you that my one big hope for my future husband is that he twirls me around the kitchen to “You And Me”.
I could tell you that I don’t love easily. I don’t commit with ease. my standards are abnormally high for not only myself, but for others, and I reprimand myself when I lower them for anyone or thing. constantly, I lower them, and constantly, I reprimand myself.
I could tell you that the reason I haven’t had my first kiss is because I didn’t feel it was right to kiss a boy I didn’t like in that way. I could tell you that I still really don’t think it’s right to share your first kiss with a boy that isn’t special to your heart. at least not for me.
I could tell you that everything people say and everything I read, I take as a sign. magic eight balls, horoscopes, the color I paint my nails, are all predictors or indicators. I could tell you that in church this morning, I peeled off my nail polish because I had had such bad luck the night before, and instead of accepting what had happened, I blamed my nail polish for being a bad omen.
I could tell you I’m kind of crazy sometimes. I could tell you that sometimes, I completely shut down. I could tell you that I’ve never really been in love, and have only had one major crush and for the years following since him, I’ve struggled to find someone that compares. I could tell you that my writing isn’t extraordinary and that my ideas are tremendous but undeveloped. I could tell you that God is the one I live for and that I wake up every morning and see Him in everything I do. I could tell you that I only fill the dishwasher a certain way and that I all ways lay my clothes out the night before, but instead, I’ll be quiet. I’ll sit still.
instead, I’ll just say, “hi.” and give you conventional reasons to like me.
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