|"You seem to be at war with yourself."|
After some serious thinking and about twenty - four hours, I've decided to go with it. Hurrrrr we go.
| I don't need glasses. It's handy. Also, I'm not deaf, mute or paralyzed; basically, my body works pretty well, except when I fill it up with popcorn chicken and popcorn corn. (May or may not be what I had for lunch today.) Luckily, that's something that I'm capable of changing. I think.
| I got those book smarts. Which is nice, because it's made life a lot easier and (hopefully) college a lot freer. I feel obligated to tell you that any intelligence I have is extremely compartmentalized, meaning that common sense is really hard for me and I can be a little slow on the uptake most of the time. Is there a way to work on that?
| I'm childlike. And, NO, that's not the same as being childish!
No, it's not.
So not the same.
Go away, pictures!
Anyway, I like acting like a kid, and that keeps me young or something. Coloring, doing dolls' hair, dressing up for Halloween, riding the penny pony at Meijer ... it's good for me, and I like it. Some would argue that I am a kid, and technically, they'd be right. But I'd venture a guess that I'm a little more kid-ish than you'd expect for someone my age, and I like it that way.
| I can work hard and maintain a certain level of discipline. ( says the girl who just had popcorn chicken and popcorn corn for dinner. Hey, I said I can, not I am.) It's true, as evidenced by the fact that I made it through P90X once and didn't fail my online class this year. So, even if I'm not currently showing signs of these abilities, they're in there. Deep, deep, deep down.
| I can't make my tongue into a taco shell. Did you know that the inability to taco your tongue is a recessive gene? So, yeah, I'm rare. And I'm proud of that.