What you can’t tell

An astonishingly long time ago, the ingeniously witty SAFspace lady decided to boss me around for kicks and tagged me. I would, of course, ignore her considerably large demand of dedicating one whole precious post just to answer her question, but instead, I decided to oblige. I figure she’ll owe me one this way at least and I can hold this against her. So if the time should ever come that I need SAFspace lady to do something for me, I can remind her of the day that I spent my precious time utilizing my precious writing skills to devote some precious space on my precious blog to answer her non-precious question: What does your blog fail to tell about you?

My blog fails to reveal, perhaps not to such a great extent, but let’s say fails to fully reveal, my weird sense of humour. I don’t think its weird at all, but unfortunately, I am weird in a weird way so naturally, I would think it not to be weird. See now that statement that I just made, I find it quite funny and I would laugh if someone were to say that about themselves — perhaps I wouldn’t burst into peels of laughter and roll on the floor clutching my stomach — but I would laugh, nonetheless. Yet I’m sure many would just say that my laughing at the weird statement is a weird thing, in and of itself. So my conclusion is that I’m just weird in a funny way. Or perhaps I’m just funny in a weird way. I’ll let you be the judge.

My blog also fails to reveal that I’m actually quite shy and reserved, especially around people that I don’t know. In fact, when I’m with my close friends in the presence of those that don’t know me very well, I often get these non-close people telling me that they never realized I was like this, or that they never imagined I could be this way, or that they’re seeing a newer side of me. Essentially, it’ll take me a while to get comfortable and be my absolute, complete self around someone that I don’t know very well or isn’t very close to me. Unless they’re only just a little bit less cool than I am, in which case, it won’t take very long at all.

I’m also very insecure about my ‘talents’ for lack of a better word (seriously). There’s things that I do very passionately and things that I enjoy doing, yet I find it very troublesome to share them with others, even my really close friends and family. For instance, I used to be a whole lot more insecure about my writing; writing is something that I enjoy immensely and I would take it to heart if someone were to say they thought my writing was just plain yuck. And I would fully agree with them and question to myself the purpose and usefulness of my writing and why I even bothered with it when I knew it to be crap. And it really wouldn’t matter even if you were crowned ‘worst writer of the century.’ I would still feel insecure about it. I would give more relevant examples, yet I’m too insecure to even mention that I engage in such pastimes.

My blog (thankfully) fails to reveal that while I am no longer as short-tempered as I used to be, I still, though quite infrequently, undergo massive bouts of anger attacks where you had better beware my wrath or else. And I’m an expert on the silent treatment. Just ask my oft-annoying siblings.

And lastly, my blog fails to reveal that I can never get through emotional, heart-wrenching scenes without a tear fest. Just for clarification, I don’t mean sappy, boy dumps dumb girlfriend and gets with cute, sensible girl.