Weekly writing assignment from MamaKat: Ask a loved one to use 6 descriptive words to describe you and report your findings. How well do they know you?
*Note* One of this week’s prompts asks you to describe your pet. You should know that I seriously considered that one, but thought you all might be sick of hearing about my idiot dog. He’s interesting to me, but I’m not sure how anyone else feels about him. So I will spare you another Toby post (for now.) But fear not, I’m sure he’ll do something stupid soon that will merit mention.
Okay, I decided to make a list of the words I would use to describe myself, and then ask someone (without telling them what words I picked) what they would say. I figured that was the best way — so neither one of us were influenced by the other’s description.
For starters, I see myself as:
Stubborn – I’ve been told that I’m a bit of an arguer, and I tend to agree. (Surprising, right? Someone as stubborn as me, openly admitting that they’re stubborn?) If, deep down, I believe I’m right about something, I will tell you I’m right until I’m blue in the face. And if there’s something I want to do, you better believe I will do everything in my power to do it, no matter how many times or different ways you try to convince me otherwise.
Impatient – I’ve never been good at waiting for anything. I’m the immediate gratification type, which is odd, considering I’m such a procrastinator. If I have something to say, I have to say it RIGHT then. Even if you live in another city and I have to call you five times and interrupt you while you’re in the middle of doing something really important, just to tell you some asinine thing I’ve just discovered.
Loyal – I’m loyal to a fault, even to people who have time and again proven they’re not worth it. If I, at any point in time, considered you a friend, you can pretty much bet that I still think of you that way. Even if you’ve done something awful, hurt my feelings or made me mad beyond belief. And more than likely, I will make excuses for you and take up for you when people say mean (probably true) things behind your back. Because I’m just that nice. Or stupid.
Friendly – This morning I had to go get blood drawn, and while I was sitting in the waiting room, an older woman (by older, I mean at least 90) tried to make casual conversation with some of the other old people in the room. I was shocked when most of them kept staring at whatever magazine they were holding, pretending like they didn’t hear her. (And I know they weren’t deaf. They all got up when the nurse called their names.) Sure, she was looking for pity, talking about living alone for 38 years, how her husband died and her near fatal fall off the toilet this morning, but STILL. So what did I do? I gave her the sympathy she was looking for. I talked to her. And when it was time for me to go, she waved goodbye, smiled and said, “Nice talking to you honey.” I’ve never understood why it’s so hard for some people to be friendly, even to strangers. What does it hurt?
Emotional – I don’t mean this the way it sounds. I’m not some emotional wreck who bursts in to tears the drop of a hat. I mean that I’m primarily led by my emotions. I tend to do what “feels” right, not what logically makes the most sense. And my emotions tend to be very intense. If I’m happy, I’m bubbling over with happiness. If I’m sad, I tend to pout and drag it out. And if you ever catch me mad, watch out!
Nerdy – Not the pocket-protector, math-whiz, genius type of nerdy – I just read a lot. And by a lot, I mean A LOT. I read seven books last month, even with the craziness of holiday travel. Seven books that were at least 600 pages a piece (with the exception of one, I think.) And I already have eight picked out for this month. So yeah, I’m kind of nerdy.
Now, here’s how my mom described me:
Chatty – I agree with her on this one. I can hold a conversation with dang near anybody.
Friendly – SEE! I told you I was friendly.
Sensitive – This sort of goes along with my word, emotional.
Pushy – Ha. Thanks Mom. Fits in the “stubborn” category nicely, doesn’t it?
Unpretentious –This is true, too. I’m going to be me, whether you like it or not. I don’t put up a fake front for anyone.
Pretty – Awww. Isn’t that sweet? I think she has to say that because she gave birth to me. No one wants to claim an ugly child.