Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Truth is: SOLSC Day 21

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The truth is
Slicers are inspirational and
my post is inspired by The Sassy Bibliophile 

The truth is
I like talking to strangers.  It's true. I love meeting people and learning about them.  Those who know me will tell you I have never met a stranger.  My daughters will roll their eyes and laugh because I embarrass them all the time by talking to strangers.

The truth is
I like being alone.  This one surprises me.  Because I am sure, I am an extrovert.  I get energy from being around others, and I enjoy being in a group.  Recently, I have discovered being alone is nice, really nice! Could I be an ambivert?

The truth is
I love to make others laugh.  I am a Seinfeld fan from way back and with a few tricks, I have learned from my buddy Jerry I can make people laugh.  Some people (my family), are more honest, and they don't laugh.  Or, maybe they didn't understand the humor. Most likely the later.

The truth is
I can't hide my feelings.  If you're with me, you are going to know exactly how I am feeling.  I am not afraid to speak my opinion, and this is hard for some.  I am trying to learn to use a little filter here.

The truth is
I enjoy reality TV.  I only watch this with my daughters, and I pretend to be disgusted. But we all know I am not!

The truth is
I met my best friends after age 40.  I am fortunate to be friends with three of junior high school friends, and I love them dearly.  But the friends I made after forty know who I am now, as an adult and they still like to meet me for movies, lunch, coffee, or just to hang out! This is nice.

The truth is
I don't like hotels. I love to travel and learn about new places. My love of adventure means I have to face my hotel "heebie-geebies" and embrace the strange bed, the carpet,  and the pillow that disappears as soon as my head hits it and relax!

The truth is
I don't long car rides.  I am asleep within two miles, and yet, I never feel rested or as if I have ever reached sleep.  I have to have food and drink at all time, which then means I want to stop for frequent bathroom breaks!

The truth is
I see the perspectives of others often before I see mine.  Maybe my sweet sister taught me to be naturally compassionate.  I spent much of my childhood imagining what it would be like to have to wait for someone else to get me out of bed, to help me eat, get me a drink, or even put a few toys within my reach.  My sister was patient,  she did not walk, nor talk but and she taught me so much.

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