Me? I'm a little different.

I'm on a roll!

At the end of my past post I mentioned something about being different from everyone else and that there are no two people alike in the world.

I just kinda wanted to go through all the things that I think make me different, and make me...me.

Now, when I talk about being "different" I'm not talking about it some diminished capacity way, but just as I've said, being my own individual.

Some of these things you may find common but I guess I'll just tell you a bit about myself and I'll let you be the judge.

The most important thing about me and being able to be me is not caring what other people think and not letting them convince me otherwise.

I often use big words and talk somewhat old fashioned. Quite often my friends and people give me weird looks and make comments like, "ok, whatever that means". It's not my fault you have a small vocabulary. Then again, when it comes to spending time at home my family's vocabulary makes me feel like an idiot, but we do have fun talking in accents though.

Along the lines of vocabulary, sometimes words, mostly simple words, completely escape me and I sit in an awkward silence. It's fun. ...not really.

I'm also a bit of a grammar Nazi, but I know people hate Nazi's so I try to oppress that side of me.

That's what I get for being corrected by one of the biggest grammar Nazis of all time, my father, a college professor.

I cook, and man can I cook. Or at least I think I can...and baking, particularly rolls. Love em. 

I enjoy it, and for some reason people think that's weird.

Whatever. 

I know my wife will love me for it.

Cleaning and staying organized. Sometimes I lose control and things will get a little messy but that's when I do my best work. I'll kinda snap and spend hours cleaning and detailing everything.

My room

the kitchen

my car

our yard

then shed

the garage

and even the bathroom.

I find it quite fulfilling. I like the little details. 

I'm sure my wife will love me for that too.

I can juggle on a unicycle.

Weird, unique, whatever, I know.
Taught myself to unicycle in high school, taught myself how to juggle oranges while working at Jamba Juice just out of high school, then couple years back thought about putting them together.
I also solved a Rubik's cube on my unicycle at an EFY talent show. The ladies loved it.
Ok, maybe, not really.

I'm kinda weird, as I'm sure you deduced from that last little thing there.
I'm proud of my weirdness and it comes out at random, often in the form of words that make my friends say, "what?", and then conversation just goes on.

As much as I would like to be "tall, dark, and handsome", I'm not.
I'm about 6 inches, dark, and handsome short of being such.
I'm kinda short, as hard as it is for me to admit that, it's a fact, and it's who I am.
I'm running a few inches short of average when it comes to men my age.
So what, sue me.

I'm not a muscle head, far from it.
But I am quite athletic and very active.
I pretty much enjoy anything and everything that can be defined as a "sport", and much more.

I take random hikes, at random times.
Last summer out of no where I decided to ditch all my plans for the 4th of July, just kidding, I didn't have any plans, surprise surprise!
Anyway instead of making plans I hiked Mount Ogden.
That's the big peak East of Ogden with the radio towers.
I did it alone, and watched all the firework shows 5,000 feet below.
I've also hiked it in the middle of the night to watch the sun rise.

That was one for the books.

My taste in music is unlike anyone I've ever met.
All the mainstream pop music makes me sick.
Sure they're fine at dance parties when no one cares about anything but when I'm by myself you won't catch me dead listening to that garbage.
I listen to either oldies, some nostalgic music from my past, or just some of the smaller names and bands that are floating around, with the occasional high profile artist. Don't think I'm a hipster or anything, I'm not a snob about it.
I particularly enjoy female vocalists. Usually one's with unique voices.

I don't have little man syndrome.
I don't drive a big lifted truck to make me feel better about myself.
I actually drive a little zippy sports car.
It's the car of my dreams, at least for my current budget.

It is very unique and if you saw it you would have no question whether it was mine or not.
Just like tonight, I was in class at the U and a friend texted me and said, "I spy your car".
Parked at the Institute at the U.
Very individualistic, very...me.

I hate school, but love learning.
Being required to learn certain things is a serious drag. I end up spending most of class reading up on things that have nothing to do with that class or even my degree. So glad I'm in my last semester.
C's get degrees.
That kinda my philosophy for this last semester(I'll likely get better than that though).

This one is weird, but I think it's awesome.
Sometimes when people touch you, you get that tingly feeling on your head and down your arms, right?
Well, I can give myself that feeling when people touch my stuff.
My stuff!
Better yet, if I convince my mind to think something is mine and people touch it, I get the feeling.
And every movement they make sends another wave.
For example, if someone borrows a pen from me, all I have to do is watch them use it, and I get it.

What color of hair I am attracted to constantly changes.
I'll go from blondes to brunettes, back to blondes, then to redheads, back to blondes, and it goes
on and on.
Right now?
I'd have to say blondes.
Especially ones that wear beanies,
and big sweaters,
and dark jeans
tucked into tall brown boots.

Saw one of those today.

I let her keep walking, away from me.
Shame.


Now that my mind is rolling I think I could go on and on and on.
But if I did that, you, my masses of readers, would get bored.
So I better save it for another day.



Cheers,

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