10 Things You May Not Know About Me

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I thought it might be fun for my readers to get an inside peak at some interesting facts about me. After all, I’m sure  you’d all like to see the personality behind this blog, right? Overall, I’m just your average girl trying to make a difference in the world, but regardless, everyone is a little bit weird in their own way. So, here we go:

1. I’ve never had a full-fledged headache.

Isn’t that nuts? My head has never felt like it was caving in, and I’ve never felt like a band was playing as loudly as possible inside of my head. The closest I’ve ever been to an actual headache is that I’ll get very light twinges of pain in my temples but these are so rare, and they don’t last very long. My mom gets awfully painful migraines (in fact, she takes medicine for them), and every other member of my family gets headaches. But no, not me. I’m  thankful for that. I’m sure some of you are thinking about what I was like when I was nursing a hangover. I don’t drink heavily anymore (you can see previous posts on this), but mainly I would just be incredibly nauseous for 24 hours. It was more of a stomach issue, and it took everything I had to get out of bed. Pretty glamorous, right?

2. I LOVE techno music.

I’ve gone through some serious music phases in my life but one genre that has always stuck is techno. My mom went to London when I was very young, and she came back with a deep love for techno music. Naturally, when you grow up with something it sort of grows on you. And here I am, 26 years old, and I absolutely love techno music. It’s amazing to run or work out to, and it pumps me up whenever I need that extra push.

3. When I’m worried, nervous or just lost in thought I have a terrible habit of scratching/picking at my face.

I’ve never been clinically diagnosed, but this is akin to the disorder called dermatillomania. According to Wikipedia, “dermatillomania (also known as excoriation (skin-picking) disorder, neurotic excoriation, pathologic skin picking (PSP), compulsive skin picking (CSP) or psychogenic excoriation) is an impulse control disorder characterized by the repeated urge to pick at one’s own skin, often to the extent that damage is caused. Research has suggested that the urge to pick is similar to an obsessive compulsive disorder [and other research suggests that it is linked to substance abuse, and meth addicts have an ENORMOUS issue with this.]”  I obviously fall along the line of obsessive compulsive disorder. I don’t even know where I developed this terrible habit. I started to do it sometime after college. Oftentimes, I don’t even realize I’m doing it. If I do have dermatillomania it is a very mild, mild form since I can usually catch myself and stop before it gets really bad. I’ve read numerous heartbreaking articles about people who will make themselves bleed or cause deep wounds on their skin. I’m nowhere near this bad. With practice, prayer and self-control, I’ve also been able to increase my ability to keep myself from even starting. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I just need to keep my hands busy. I’ve said over and over again that I’m a workaholic, and I hate having a lot of time on my hands. This is one pretty big reason why I like to stay busy. I’ve also found great coping mechanisms, such as putting on a honey/nutmeg/cinnamon mask or just picking up some housework if I feel myself sinking into “worry or nervous” behavior. I hope one day to eliminate the habit completely. I’ll talk about this more in upcoming posts.

4. I’m very, very stubborn.

When I make my mind up about something it takes an act of God to change my mind. While I think stubbornness can be a positive trait it can also be an incredibly negative trait. I’ve noticed that when I make up my mind I quickly act on something without thinking about it thoroughly. I find this counter-intuitive to my personality since one of my biggest coping mechanisms is to talk things out with my mom or my close friends. Hey, I’m a work in progress.

5. I have 7 years of retail experience.

Oh yes, I’m very familiar with the wonderful world of retail. Retail really opens your eyes to people, and just our society in general. I’ve been yelled at, belittled, and worked  to the bone in retail. But, in every single retail job I’ve had, except for one, I’ve made the most incredible friends. My co-workers were a very large reason why I was able to survive retail. I know what it’s like to work 60 hour weeks, to feel the pressure of sales, to deal with difficult customers, to fight back tears, to confront ethical dilemmas head on. Not all of my retail jobs were terrible, but the environment is very challenging even if it may look easy.

6. I didn’t drink coffee at all…until law school.

When I was in high school and college I never liked the taste of coffee. I never  felt like I needed a pick-me-up until I discovered that I needed caffeine to survive those late and stressful nights in law school. Now, I usually have one cup of coffee in the mornings. I can easily go without coffee, but I think it has become more of a morning routine now than anything. I’m not a huge tea drinker, but I will substitute tea for coffee every now and then.

7. I hate hospitals.

When I was young I was sick all the time. I had constant ear aches and strep throat. I even had my tonsils removed when I was around 10 years old because I kept contracting strep throat, and it was an awful experience. I instantly become a nervous wreck when I step foot inside a hospital. I can go, but the anxiety is pretty high. I’m really just afraid of any pain associated with going to the hospital. I can remember when I was younger I had to have blood taken, and I fought and cried so hard that several nurses had to hold me down. That can be pretty traumatizing to a young child, and I can assure you that I’ve carried the fear of hospitals with me. It  doesn’t help that I saw and worked on a few medical malpractice cases as a law student either. Because I’m afraid of hospitals it is going to make being pregnant 3,000 times worse for me. I’ve been contemplating a more natural, at-home birth to get away from the hospital. I’m overall just not looking forward to that part of bringing a child into the world. At all.

8. I was a part of Florida’s punk rock scene when I was in high school.

And I still love certain punk rock songs, and I still LOVE going to local shows and supporting the local scene. Sex Pistols and Ramones anybody!? That was a very interesting part of my life. It was filled with mosh pits, late night shows at a local venue, and lots of awesome local music. I really wasn’t your average punk rocker because I never really dressed in a certain way, but I do remember wearing a lot of black. Wow, this feels like a really long time ago.

9. I had perfect 20/20 vision going into law school, and now I’m -1.25 and -.25 in my left and right eye, respectively.

Yeah, I killed my eyesight in law school. I didn’t give myself many breaks when I studied, and I pretty much stared at a computer screen non-stop for 3 years and 2 months. I thought it was pretty hilarious when my optometrist assumed I was a law student when I came to see him for the first time. I guess it’s pretty common for law students to lose their eyesight. The good news is that my eyesight has not worsened since graduating, and I’m just going to hope that they level out. Maybe I’ll try the lasik surgery at some point.

10. I’m overly sensitive.

It doesn’t take much to make me cry and feel hurt. I care a lot about people in general, and I just get way too emotionally invested. I’m working on this because I don’t view hyper-sensitivity as a very good trait. I’ve learned to cope with my hyper-sensitivity in journalism school, but there are still many times when I have to fight back tears after someone says or does something that I view as hurtful.



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