Friday, February 5, 2010

Confessions of a Talk-a-holic

1) I am NOT a show-off. I mean, I enjoy nice things (not that I can afford to buy anything nice as of late), but if/when I acquire something, it is not in my nature to go around showing it off. I *might* share my excitement about it with perhaps a few close friends, however.

2) It's NOT only about me. In other words, I can have conversations about funny things that happened to me, or things I overheard, etc... but I don't seek out to tell others all about me. (or at least, I try not to.) And in a relationship, I am more of a "people pleaser". I like to do things for the other person, like cook or help them clean, etc. And when it comes to things like TV, I often forsake my preferences to watch what the other person wants. Things like that...

3) I am NOT good at taking a compliment. That sort of attention makes me a tad uncomfortable. Part of me feels like if I say "thanks", I am somehow being conceited... or at least not humble. Logically, I realize there is a difference. I am working on it, and I am much better now than I used to be.

Okay... all of THAT being said, I will admit to THIS:

I ENJOY ATTENTION.

There, I said it. Whew! I mean, I am a writer at heart, and would blog even if I had 0 followers and 0 comments. Though, I admit that I prefer comments and followers. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, "I am a bloggy comment whore!" Additionally, I admit that I sort of like making slight ruckuses on FB. Many times I update my status bar with things that are slightly ambiguous, such as "just found a bruise in a very odd place", because I KNOW it will invoke curiosity. I am sort of an exhibitionist in that respect.

I don't know how to explain it except that in many places where you're supposed to behave a certain way (at church, the grocery store, an office, his parent's house, etc.) I often have this insatiable urge to act another way. I think it's the thrill that I *might* get caught.

I am not a thrill-seeker when my life may be at stake (sky-diving, etc.)... but, I *do* like attention.

What about you? Anything YOU'D like to confess??? ;)

9 comments:

greenolive said...

I understand what you mean about not taking compliments. I always thought you should downplay it but now I just say a simple thanks. I do still look down though because I'm a little embarrassed.
I like your confessions, it's the real you.

Susie said...

I don't like scary movies...they scare me:-)

Alice in Wonderland said...

Yes, I understand what you say, and I am very much like that myself.
Compliments embarrass me, but I'd go out of my way to help anyone.
Maybe that is a trait in a lot of people, but there is some people who just love to bask in the glory.
But me, I'd rather just stay simple.

Puphigirl said...

I was shy and quiet as a youth. I was only talkative with my family and closest friends. So because I seem unassuming, I like to say shocking things. Like you it is at inappropriate places like church, work, school.

okeydokeyifine said...

Nope, I am taking it with me to the grave

Christine said...

Hahahaha! Love this, I'm so right there on 2 & 3:) And the last part, I'm a dead ringer! Ever find yourself in formal situations and the "un"comfort level is so high you say one of those things that makes you go..."Open mouth, insert foot!" Thanks so much for the reflective laugh:)

Ruthykins said...

well, being the youngest in the family i have a somewhat higher sense of entitlement so i have no problem taking compliments. i always say thank you and don't feel the need for reciprocity. maybe that makes me conceited?

Sweet Sassy Molassy said...

Uh, excuse me but you aren't getting paid for any of this so that makes you a bloggy comment skank. When you start to get some cash in exchange for your services then you can refer to yourself as a whore. And greenolive, you look down because you know your place. Shocking enough?

greenolive said...

oh, sassy just took off the gloves. Because I don't want to totally highjack Emmap's blog I just want to make one comment to sassy. Why don't you get your own blog?