If someone who’d never met me before were to say to me, “Tell me about yourself. Who are you? What are you like?” I’d probably blink and stare. I’m not so sure I could use words to tell anyone who I am and have it make sense because I’m not so sure that I make sense. Some people may see one side of me and others me see the opposite. People who see all of the conflicting traits of my personality – like my husband – just hug me and stroke my hair while saying “There, there. You’re crazy … but it’s going to be okay, baby.”
Some Paradoxes about me:
- I’m an extremely shy extrovert
- I’m an outgoing and flirty introvert
- I loathe parties but I can easily be the life of one
- Can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror but I like the way I look
- I can qualify to join MENSA but I’m deathly afraid of sounding stupid
- I’m a blind-folding, throat-choking, limb-binding, adventurous and likes-it-rough freak who thinks casual sex is a bit extreme
- Being on center stage terrifies me but I enjoy being the star of the show
- Story ideas come easily to me but I have a hard time getting them out
- I’m constantly at a loss for words but I talk way too much
- I hate jerks that I love
- I’m bold enough to bluntly speak my mind but I’m often afraid to
- The idea of alien abductions and visitation frightens me a bit but I love watching, reading and writing about alien visitation and abductions in romances
- I’m a we-are-the-world, save-the-dolphins-and-the-children, empathetic tree-hugger but I’m not sure that I really care
I’m a living, walking paradox. Am I the only one?
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