The Randomness of Me
Most of the time, my socks don’t match. Though they’re always the same type of sock.
I’m almost always listening to music.
I always have at least two elastics on my right wrist.
I still sleep with the same teddy bear every night that I did when I was little. Her name is Wishbear and she’s in stellar condition for being 24 years old.
Hugs are my favorite.
I like holding doors for people.
It’s not hard to make me smile.
My feet turn out slightly when I walk.
When I was heavier, all I wanted was to be able to draw my knees up to my chest the way the pretty girls did in movies when they sat on their window seat. I can now draw my knees up to my chest. And often do in the privacy of my own home.
I’ve always wanted a window seat.
Part of me wants to live in New York City for the rest of my life but part of me wants a wraparound porch.
I will have children someday.
I have a hard time saying (or writing) “I love you”. So if I say it, I mean it. Every time.
I still use my imagination every single day.
My room is as cluttered and chaotic as my mind.
I’ll try pretty much anything once.
I save things like movie tickets and playbills and really any scrap of paper that holds a memory or any meaning to me.
Give me a sharpie or a ball-point pen while I’m watching a movie and I will doodle on my own skin.
I love it when people play with my hair.
I rarely cry in front of other people.
Chocolate is my weakness, I don’t care how cliché it is.
The night sky still takes my breath away.
I just want someone to love me because of and/or in spite of all of these things and everything else that makes up who I am.
~ by Valerie Anne on 04/30/2011.
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Tags: as much as i love hugs and people playing with my hair i am not brave enough to ask people for these things...if they turned me down i might break, i have idle hands syndrome...doodling has always helped me focus, i might have written about some of these things before but i guess that just means they're still true, i'm not a hoarder - every so often i go threw my drawers full of scraps and throw out anything that i've forgotten where it came from...which is often most of it, my daddy is in town this weekend so my posts are shorter but no less true, sitting with my knees to my chest is always a silent victory for me