Sore Loser

I’m competitive.   I hate to loss.

I especially hate to lose when I think my team was the better of the two.   The worst part about being on the wrong side of a loss is when I have to pretend to wish the other team well or console myself with words like “There’s always next year”.  I don’t want to wish the winning team good luck throughout, for example, the rest of the playoffs.   I want to sit with the loss and own my feelings of anguish.  This isn’t me taking things more seriously, I’m simply being open and honest about how I feel.

I’m not going to switch allegiances and jump on another team’s bandwagon.  If my team is out, so am I.

Plus, no one can beat that opening –  It’s hard to get excited for anything less.

Drama Queen

I’ve lived a fairly sheltered life.   Partially by my own doing, partially because I’ve been blessed with good fortune.  I do feel grateful for the lack of Apocalyptic-type events in my life so far.  There are times however when my lack of interest in my own life must get to me so much that I stir up things just to make my life seem more exciting.  [Psychologists weigh in here.]

I’m a bonafide Drama Queen.

Call-Screener

To be clear, I don’t actually screen my calls.  Saying so would imply I look at the number and decide depending on the name on the call display whether or not to answer.   I simply choose not to pick up the phone every time it rings. (business phone excluded).   I can’t always be in the right frame of mind to talk every time my phone rings and I give myself some slack because of this fact.   I’m also not married to my phone, so much so I often find myself without it having forgotten it in my car, in another room, or God knows where.*

So sue me.

*I once left my cell phone on the hood of my car and surprisingly enough remembered, albeit a little to late, where I had put it.   But that’s a story for another post.

Update: A recent article in the New York Times talks about this very subject.

NERD!

I  weep over anatomy.  Words liked serratus anterior make me weak in the knees.   Best way to grab my attention at a cocktail party?  Talk about the function of the rotator cuff muscles.

I am a nerd.  Don’t judge me.

Neglectful Me

I often wish there were more of me.  A Kimmy-clone army to walk the Earth pretending to be me when I can’t be in two places at once.  Or at the very least, I’d have minions to do my bidding.  I’d have them go out on assignment to get things done when I simply don’t have the time to do them myself.

Ya, that’s the solution – minions.  Why hadn’t I thought of that before?! Cheaper than a clone army too.

I’ll admit I go through periods when I neglect my friends, my family, and my responsibilities to others and myself.   I haven’t figured out the secret to getting it all done, being everything to everyone, and not letting others down.   This includes the above mentioned friends, family, and students.

But the minion plan, now that could change my life.