With social networking sites reigning supreme these days, it seems like I’m asked practically daily to write a little blurb about myself, to “sum myself up,” or “describe me in a nutshell.”
But, hey, newsflash! I’m a pile of walking contradictions. I can’t be summed up in five or six tidy sentences. Can anyone?
I love “fancy” food like sushi and chicken cordon bleu and creme brulee and calamari, but I also really really love Wendy’s Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe. Also, McDonald’s sundaes.
I loved Anna Karenina, 1984, and Tess of the d’Urbervilles, but I also love fluffy books like those by Sophie Kinsella and Emily Griffin.
I think Abercrombie & Fitch is totally marketing porn, but I also secretly think they have some pretty cute clothes.
I love having worked out, but I do not particularly enjoy doing it during it and I inwardly disbelieve anyone who says they just love to run or lift weights.
I love pretty shoes, but I end up wearing flip-flops at least half of the week because I know I’ll be able to walk all over campus without coming home with blood dripping down my heels.
I love it when I dress up, but I also really enjoy coming home and putting on yoga pants and an Old Navy t-shirt.
I enjoy cooking a lot, but there are also many many days when we have Raman or a big bowl of guacamole for dinner.
I love to go somewhere new, but I am always so glad to come home, back to my normal, boring, lovely life.
I’m not afraid of flying and I even enjoy it, but whenever the turbulence gets particularly bad, I wonder if, just maybe, I’m going to die.
I like to go out on the weekends, but sometimes I just want to stay in and watch movies on the LoveSac.
Am I the only one who is just a mess of conflicting parts?