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... that I may be far from perfect but I love my imperfections and it makes me, Me.
... that I'm poor at keeping in touch with people. Even friends. A few have stuck with me over the years and for that, I'm grateful.
... that I have been spending the entire day watching Desperate Housewives and loving it. And so involved was I with it that I have done nothing worthwhile today. I know, I know. That it's nothing to be proud of. But still.
... that when I really hate someone, I make up weird stories about them in my head. Which usually ends by them leading a miserable life or dying gruesome deaths while I gloat over it. You don't want to know the details.
... that I have a fetish for smelling things. From food to books to old clothes.
... that I love people who love books. They make the world a better place.
... that if I see someone eating or making delicious stuff while watching a movie or a TV show, I get hungry.
... that fake people annoy me. Where has all the genuine thoughts and feelings in the world escaped to?
... that people who love to boast turns me off. I'm least bothered if your son is a doctor or an engineer and doing really well. Good for him! But no need to bore with the unnecessary details. And you wear designer clothes and jewelry? So do I. Keep it to yourself unless I ASK you. Your desperation begins to show right from the moment you open your mouth to brag.
... that I feel like smacking the faces of people who use a condescending tone while 'enquiring' about my life. It's my life and I live it the way I like. So before you even begin to judge me, please sort out your issues first.
... that no matter how bad chocolates, ice creams and anything sinful are for my alarming weight, I can't survive without the sugar rush.
... that I hate lending books and getting it back with bent spines and dog eared pages. I treat them with the utmost care and unless you intend to treat them the same way, please don't ask whether you could borrow them. Chances are I won't give it to you. At all.
... that I hate nosy people. And I love how things I don't tell pisses them off.
... that messiness is my middle name. My cupboard stays neat and tidy for a week. At the most. And my place would look like a hurricane had hit it when you come home. Unless you plan on 'informing' me beforehand.
... that I have a lot of voices shouting inside my head, offering a million opinions. And all I do is smile and keep my mouth shut. I get the final laugh either ways.
... that I have still not mastered the perfect temperature when it comes to air conditioning. It's always either too hot or too cold.
... that I end up buying all the books in a series. Irrespective of the fact whether I'll like it or not. What if I do love it AND I finish reading the first part AND can't wait to know what happens next? Better safe than sorry.
... that I have a bad phase going on right now. Maybe someday I shall write it out here.
... that I have my secrets. I don't intend to confess all of them right now.