So I was looking through my Google Documents the other day and I came upon this. I dont know what it was for, or why I wrote it. The date isnt much help either, as there are a variety of docs with the same date, so I must have moved things over from Word/Excel all at once one day in 2009. Based on the fact that my age is 26 in this document it would have been 2005, and I wonder if I wrote it in prep to go back to school. But damn, I’m funny.
What Else About Me?
This is a difficult question to answer. It is hard to quantify a person on a sheet of paper without it turning into a list. One could, I suppose, write why they are special; but everyone’s mom thinks they are special. I could write why I’m different, but when there is five billion people on the earth, is anyone really different?
The Things I’ve Learned:
At twenty-six I feel I have learned a few very useful things. I know I have more to learn, but here is what I know now.
- I love learning. When I was taking time off school, I was bored and constantly searching for something else. That something else was mental stimulation. I was bored and complacent when I wasn’t pushing my mind to think in different ways and to look critically at the world around me. When I finally realized this, I knew I was ready to go back to school and finish my degree. If I hadn’t realized this, I wouldn’t be in school today.
- That I thought I didn’t like Thai food. This sounds odd, yes, I know. I had never really had good Thai food. Then a couple of years ago a good friend called me up and asked if I wanted to go to Thailand. It was about a month before she was to leave. This sounded fantastic, but what would I eat? I figured I would rather go to Thailand and suffer the food for three and a half weeks than to sit at home. I bought a ticket, found a cat sitter, and took time off of work. Suddenly, I was landing in Bangkok. I had a fantastic time and now thoroughly enjoy Thai food. I eat it about 2-3 times a week. Now if only I could figure out what to do about my dislike of Indian food…
- I have also learned that, to be truly independent as a person, you must own furniture. But you also must be able to move your own furniture. No matter how many friends you have or great people in your life, the only person you can always count on is yourself. If you need to rearrange your living space, or move across country, you are going to have to know how to move your own book, sofa, mattress, bookshelves, and dresser. If I can’t move it (or the pieces of it) by myself, I won’t buy it, because I never know what opportunities will appear in the next year, who knows, maybe I’ll have a chance to move to Bora Bora. I must be able to rely on myself before I can rely on others.
- Lastly, my mother was right. She was right about pretty much about everything, but especially about picking up after myself. I hate it. It isn’t fun, and can frequently spoil fun. My housemates and I recently had a dinner party. Everybody enjoyed the food, but nobody cleaned up the cooking mess. It was miserable to wake up in the morning to a messy kitchen that needed to be cleaned before I could access the coffee maker and get ready for school. I try to clean up after myself, because it helps keep me more organized in the long run. This, Mom totally had down.