12 People Pleasing Things

So my friend posted this list the other day on his Facebook: 9 things about himself. I was intrigued, as I’ve known him forever and a day and I’ve never seen him do something like that. So I read it. His final item was a coming out. I automatically clicked “like” because I’m very happy that’s he’s comfortable with who he is, and is willing to share that part of him with the world.

I’m less happy because I neglected to read the bit that said “push like if you want me to give you a number so you can share things about yourself!” and before I could rescind my like I had a message from him.

“Megan, I miss you!  Your number is 12.” I tried to weasel out of it.   

“Haha, I totally didn’t see that part of the deal until after I liked your status.”

“Well, now you just got roped into doing it.” And because I’m a people pleaser, I’m doing it. Not as a status, because I don’t want to force any other poor unsuspecting folk into revealing between 1 and 28,475,345 things about themselves for liking a post—Aaron—but as a blog post.  Because I’ve been looking for inspiration anyway.

1. On Monday, I was tired. I had stayed up far too late on Saturday and on Sunday.  Far. Too. Late.  Even for me. Which is not news to any of you; but it’s going to be one of my things because I do that.
2. I was so tired, in fact, that during my Monday afternoon nap, I woke up realizing that I had drooled on my hand. But, my friends—this is not the end of that story. As I floated to the edge of consciousness and registered drool I thought “Ew. This needs to be gone.” I wiped the drool on my cheek, snuggled back into the cushions into a slightly less upright position, put my hand back under my face and went back to sleep.
3.  To preface this item, I’ll need you to know that 1.Mary makes awesome cranberry orange bread. 2.Mary was watching the Hobbit. 3.Mary went to the store to buy eggs for her cranberry orange bread briefly after I fell asleep.  Understood?  Good.  During another portion of this nap (I can’t really tell you whether it was before or after the drool.) I awoke suddenly to a man’s voice calling out “Hello? Is anybody home?” I jerked awake. I glanced over the kitchen, trying to chase the sleep from my heavy limbs. My heart was racing. Whatwasthatwhowasthatwhereishe? There’s a strange man in my house. DID I FORGET TO LOCK THE FRONT DOOR?   WHERE IS MARY!? DID SHE LEAVE ME ALL ALONE AND ASLEEP AND NOT LOCK THE FRONT DOOR!? WHAT IF I DIE!? I blearily glanced around and realized that Bilbo was looking for the dwarves. Gandalf and the dwarves had left him in the night. My heart calmed, I fell back onto the couch.  I blessed my Hobbit knowledge and promptly fell back asleep
4. I am not going to be able to keep up the pattern of creating progressively longer “things” for each number listed here.
5. One of the things in this world that makes me happiest is food. In fact, the Boy once told me the happiest he had ever seen me was sitting across from him eating Wendy’s chicken nuggets.   And let’s be honest—there are a lot of tastier things than chicken nuggets.   
6. I have a happy dance. When I eat food I really, really, really like with people that I really, really, really like.  I do this little dance thing.  It’s more like a bob back and forth.  It’s a little bit embarrassing. I obtained the nickname “Jiglet” for a while because of it. Or maybe “Giglet.” I’ve never ben sure how Amy J spells that in her head. Picture awkward.  Now picture delight. Personify delighted awkward in your head. Add a little bit of shameless to that delighted personified awkward. Are you picturing it? Now make it dance. Great.  That’s me doing my happy dance.
7. I have an innate ability to remember where foodstuffs are. I went to a fair a while back, and each time the Boy said “Where can we find chocolate covered cheesecake?”  I was like “Oh.  It’s over there.  Just to the left of that.  And around this.” “Turkey Legs?”  “Other side of the fairgrounds.”  “Soup?”  “Back there.  To the right.  Next to the place with frozen bananas.”  But, when trying to find the very, very, very large field used for the jousting—I was lost.  “Uhm.  Wasn’t that somewhere around the swords?  I don’t know how to get there.”  Priorities.
8. I am an ambivert. I think most people are ambiverts, but still. Sometimes I’m extroverted and sometimes I’m introverted. There are some social situations in which I thrive. The people around me give me energy, and I could hang out and talk for what feels like forever. The more interaction, the more energy I get. Other times, I feel sapped by people. I get a little bit sleepy, and a little bit tired. I run out of energy and just want to curl up on a couch somewhere—read a book, stay in bed until noon, watch a movie.
9. I think that this list is getting too long.
10. I think the second and third items are the best items, and the rest of this list could be skipped.
11. I have an embarrassing number of selfies on my phone.  It makes me wonder about myself.
12.  I like to take walks and talk to strangers. Around ponds. Around neighborhoods. Up streets. Down streets. In DC. I have met a lot of interesting people on walks. A while back, I met a lady who—within ten minutes—told me about a wine mark in the shape of a kiss on her back. She was also writing a letter to the editor of the Washington post concerning something to do with education.

There we have it folks.  More information than you ever needed to have about me. You could always write me a list of four things about yourself.  Y’know, not because you liked this and I gave you a number or anything.  Just because.