Compared to April, May has been a veritable whirlwind of activity.  I cannot believe the month is almost over!  I have myriad things to organize this coming summer and if someone who writes about being organized can’t organize herself, what kind of hypocrite am I? 

(The very worst kind)

I feel the urge to confirm the veracity of some things that you may have thought or heard about me, but never knew for sure:

I am cranky every morning without fail, even before I enter into conversation with someone.  If you talk to me in the morning, you will hate me for life.

I gossip…a lot more than I want to (it’s a sickness).  I don’t think I’m super malicious and I am trying to reign it in but I can’t deny that I am guilty of talking about people behind their back.  I may have even talked about you behind your back (sorry).  My only saving grace is that I do keep things told to me in confidence to myself (honest!) but you may not want to do any of that “implied confidence” stuff (unless it’s super duper obvious).

I’m (apparently) louder than I think I am when I’m whispering.  If I had a dollar every time someone told me that a comment I have made about somebody was likely heard by the person, I’d be living in my own house by now.  I also don’t even have the grace to blush or be embarrassed:  I’m likely to tell you that I don’t care if they hear me (it’s the petulant 11 year old in me).

I have no patience for plans that change at the last moment and I will probably hate you for a few hours if you change important plans at the last moment on me.

I hate people that tell me that they don’t like a certain type of person then end up dating them. Even if I don’t have a romantic interest in the person (guy), the hypocrisy gets my goat (and I’m running out of goats!).

If we’re friends and I always have to do the calling, I get really cranky and resentful.  If you feel you’re always calling me though, that’s ok (heh, joking!  I do call people back…usually).

I do not enjoy being single at 28.  I do not appreciate anybody that tells me how lucky I am that I am single.  I do not believe anyone who tells me that I too will find love one day (although when I cool down I do appreciate the attempt to give me hope).

Even though it makes no logical sense I want to marry a Nigerian.  I say it makes no sense because with two exceptions I have never talked to a Nigerian male that made me want to ask them out (basically if I would ask them out that means I’m smitten…whether I actually do it or not is moot).  Well two is a pretty significant number (trust me on this).  Maybe the bigger problem is that I don’t hang out with Nigerians.

I understand why fat girls get no love.  After all, the guys that catch my fancy are never super muscular or obese, just normal. (And ew, don’t tell me how there are some guys who like fat/obese girls…I am not seeking a fat fetishist!)

I prefer to share on my own terms when it comes to family.  If a family member asks for something, I bristle like a hedgehog but I will gladly give the same thing or more away as long as it’s my idea.  If they ask, I get irritated.

Every now and then (perhaps more “now” than “then”) I get into my head that there is only one way to do things:  Jummy’s way.  I’m right, too!

Ok, enough.  This list was entirely too easy to compile.

What is/are your faults?  Share away!

Filed under: Introspective, Mundane, WurdyGurdy by jummy