The Eleven Things I Hate About You (or Me)

As per usual, I was late to the party.  The tagging party, that is.

Emily over at Eating Chalk tagged me in one of those 11 things memes that’s circulating the internet/blog world. But since I’m late, and it’s not likely that anyone’s even interested in this anymore (and tagging someone this late would probably be a faux pas), I’m going to disobey all the rules.

I’ll start by NOT POSTING THE RULES!

My next move will be to not tag anyone else.  Chances are, by this time, you’ve already been tagged. But if you want me to tag you, you just say the word, and I’ll edit this post SO FAST no one will be the wiser.

The only focus of this post will be 11 things about myself that I don’t like.  Don’t worry, most of it is in jest.  But some will be things I’d like to change about myself.  No reason for a pity party, right?  Let’s get constructive with this criticism.

1. I struggle with self-control, mostly around good foods/drinks.

Uh oh. My kryptonite.

You know how “splurges” are supposed to be brief? And not an all-day/all-night thing?

Because I haven’t really recognized that concept yet.

2. I have a tendency to fall down a lot, and I bruise like a peach.

Just my two cuts I got the NIGHT before my mom's graduation party event.

I ooze class from every pore.

3. Due to an overly competitive side (and lousy hand-eye coordination), I tend to hate “fun” things like bowling, mini-golf, Jenga, or board games. I’m the worst party guest of all.

4. I live hundreds of miles from the people I love most. I hate that a lot.

Never enough time with ANY of them.

5. I make people (namely, Ryan) take pictures of all the ridiculous things I do.  Case in point: wisdom teeth removal

*Cue eyeroll*

6. I cry over EVERYTHING.

You name it, I’ve cried at it. Flash mobs. Hearing James Taylor’s “Carolina in My Mind”. Seeing dogs get extremely happy when their owners come back. Little kids holding hands. This commercial:

7. I’m an ugly crier.

I just watched that commercial.  And then I photographed my reaction.  It’s not gonna be pretty (avert your eyes if you’re sensitive).

I warned you.

(This is ACTUAL me ACTUALLY crying. Yeesh.)

8. I let the scale determine my mood.

That’s a tough one to admit, but, alas, it’s true. Yes, I’ve lost about 40 lbs. Yes, I’m healthier than I’ve ever been. But when I step on that scale and it’s not the number I want to see, I get down on myself.  It can potentially be a day- or week-ruiner.

That happened earlier today. I’m trying really hard to not let it ruin my upbeat mood.

9. I have developed quite the sweet tooth.

Note the unadulterated joy as I prepare to blow out a candle...

I blame graduation from college. And maybe a little living with my boyfriend, who fully supported my candy-addiction.  It’s the kind of characteristic you hate to love about him….  Mmmm. Candy. I try to replicate the feeling with fruits.  Sometimes it works.  Others…. not so much.

10. My feet are HUGE!

Is that a ski on your leg? Oh, no, wait, that's your foot.

Size 13 in female shoes, when they make them that big. This is really only an issue when attempting to buy fancy shoes, most of the time I can make due with men’s sneakers and flip flops.  Do they have a store for cross-dressing men that’s also semi-casual? And mostly flats?

11. I can live in a certain amount of squalor.  

And that’s really my current problem. Time to clean house, folks.

(BONUS 12. I only thought of Miley Cyrus when I wrote this title.)

Don’t hate me.

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21 thoughts on “The Eleven Things I Hate About You (or Me)

  1. Thank you soooooo much for this! It’s nice to read truths that aren’t so fluffy.

    And if it makes you feel any better about the shoes…they don’t make comfortable and affordable shoes for people who don’t want to kill their feet or backs. I rotate the same 3 pairs.

  2. I love this post as I am the same in so many ways. Worst cry moment of the past: while watching Hot Fuzz. Worst cry moment of recent times: while watching an Animal Planet special about puppies, one died and I lost it.

  3. I have seen lots of fancy size 13 women’s shoes in porn/sex shops. Just sayin’. If they don’t have any good ones up in your neck of the woods, there’s plenty of them down in Columbia!

  4. You are so refreshingly honest! And hilarious to boot. I am also an ugly crier, and cry at the drop of a hat!
    Question – how tall are you?

  5. Jordan, I cry at everything too! At the THOUGHT of any kind of military family reunion I get the sniffles – but those videos that make the rounds around Memorial Day and Veteran’s Day? I sob. I’m actually starting to dread the Olympics because, while I love watching, I cry every single time someone gets a medal.

  6. Don’t concentrate on the “bad”, some people may find these things to be your best assets. Crying means your compassionate and not a grinch. Big feet are up and coming, shoe sizes are growing, your just ahead of the curve. I don’t trust people who claim they don’t like sweets. I have a major sweet tooth too, so we are in the same boat.

  7. This list is awesome and I relate to so many things!! Love your honesty and humor. 🙂
    (and I fall all the time too. My legs are completely full of scars. I don’t really bruise though, which is weird.)

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