I cuss. A LOT. People are usually surprised by this because I’m petite and look “cute.” (Please note, I do not think I look cute.)
I don’t think I’m attractive. At all. In fact, men rarely ever hit on me when I would go out with friends. Instead they always approached my friends. I still question Matt as to why he’s attracted to me.
My patience runs quite low very quickly. But I’ve managed to not have outbursts as often as I used to.
I’m not fond of celebrating anniversaries or holidays. But I love birthdays. Not only mine, but Matt’s, family, and friends.
May is in fact my most favorite month of the year. The weather is usually gorgeous and my birthday falls in May! Along with my dad’s and several friends.
I get bored very easily. I’ve actually walked away from people if their conversation bores me. And yes, that is how much of an asshole I am.
My tolerance for self-pity from myself and others is quite low. I think it’s dipped the older I’ve gotten. See my reference to patience. Life is hard. It fucks with all of us because that’s life. If you have a roof over your head, a regular paycheck, food on the table, and clothes on your back, you’re doing pretty damn good in this world.
I’m also highly cynical and very much a realist.
And lastly, I’m an asshole. I may have already mentioned that (also that I cuss a lot). People think I’m nice, which is good because that’s what I usually want them to think. But I’m not really. I’m also pretty selfish. And brutally honest. I’m not going to sugar coat shit for you or myself.
On the other hand, when a friend or family member is in trouble or needs a helping hand, I’ll be right there for them. Sometimes we need to lean on others and that’s totally a-ok.
Oddly, all that stuff is part of why Matt loves me. Yeah I don’t get it either.
Still like me and think I’m nice?