Am I interesting? This is a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately- especially when reading other people’s blogs and trying to come up with topics for my own.
I know I have strengths. I am a nice person. I think I can be funny. I have a large, if random, collection of information crammed into my skull that I can recall and share at a moment’s notice. I am a reasonably good driver. I am fanatically devoted to the people I love.
I know I have weaknesses. I will always be insecure about my appearance for one reason or another. I have terrible, God-awful, worse than you can possibly imagine handwriting. I am a procrastinator. I am a lousy planner. I wear my heart on my sleeve at all times. I am prone to fits of panic.
I got picked on a lot in high school and one of the ways I adapted was by owning the “weird” title and being proud of it. I went so far as to claim that normal was boring and I wouldn’t trade places with a normal person for anything. Now I describe the last few years of my life as “blissfully normal”. I can’t say that I miss the drama of my teenage years or of my 20’s. I certainly don’t want to go back to being that person who was always having a crisis of some sort. As tiring as that was for me I can’t imagine how it had to have been for the people around me!
So I guess if finally growing up some and having a stable, solid marriage, a good job and a IRA make me less interesting so be it. I’ll make up for it by being more pleasant company, a better listener and a happier person overall.