As a newbie to the blogging community, I spent the passed few weeks going through so many blogs, reading hundreds of posts and interacting with some very special people. It has been such a wonderful experience meeting people that are so unique despite having many things in common. To everyone who has been showing me love and support, thank you. I popped on here with some really mushy stories about my little tot then revealed a few sad things from my past, but it only just clicked that no one really knows me. With that in mind, I figured it was about time I let you guys meet the quirky, clumsy weirdo that my closest friends have to tolerate on a daily basis.
1, I get addicted to things easily
My husband often jokes about this, my colleagues call me a gum-a-holic, my dad would say I’m obsessed with Nuno … Truth be told, as much as this is a joke, I do think that when my heart is set on something new, I get so engrossed in it that everything else becomes a blur. I remember going through a phase in university when I would eat the exact same thing for breakfast and ordered the same pizza for a late lunch or early dinner every single day for a month. You want to know where my waistline went? I do too!
2. I can’t sleep with socks or pants on regardless of how cold it is
This one puzzles me. It can be freezing outside but I would rather pile on layers of blankets than add on layers of clothes and it is not just a preference – I literally will not fall asleep! Adding to that, the closet doors need to be fully closed or this lady will toss and turn all night. I know there are no monsters in there, the Boogey-man isn’t real and my closet is too small for someone to hide in, but it still feels weird to have it open.
3. I hate the taste of chocolate…
Ok, ok, don’t shout at me. It’s not the taste of chocolate per se, more like the aftertaste and the brown gunk left on your tongue. Even chocolate cakes don’t do it for me, sorry. Along with this list is candy (unless it is sour worms) and anything that can give you diabetes in one bite. When I was younger, my mother decided to cut out all added sugar from her diet (except for bread) and made sure that my sister and I followed suit. Long story short, it didn’t work – big sis kept on smuggling candy into the house and I developed the worst sweet tooth ever. Fast forward a few years, it was time for the infamous Freshman 15 so I decided that my version would be a drop in weight. Bye bye sugar, hello cheekbones!
4. I love the smell of coffee but don’t like its taste…
The irony with this one is that I work in the banking industry with very social individuals. During my first two years, I tried very hard to find the secret formula that would explain how my colleagues would go from a night out socialising to an early morning start. I was always the first to leave and last to arrive, yet everyone else seemed to thrive off four to five hours of sleep! It took a while, then it clicked – coffee! If my people ever read this, I will be crucified but I’ll say it anyway; coffee tastes horrible. Give me expensive coffee and I will add soy milk, cinnamon and milo to it.
5. I hate being held when I sleep and can’t sleep without a weighted blanket
Disclaimer; I love my husband and I love his cuddles… until I need to sleep. I think it might be linked to the fact that I wrap myself in the blankets and make a small breathing hole for my nose. How is that supposed to work if there is a muscular arm draped over me? Oh and Gabby… she has the best cuddles ever, but try sleeping with that little one and you will get a full Thai massage experience before transitioning into REM sleep.
6. I’m super shy and hate small talk
During the first half of my life I lived with my very introverted mother and that meant that we wouldn’t get lots of visitors. When I moved to live with my dad, it was the complete opposite. My sisters and I often joke that we lived in his hotel, but going from one extreme to the other wasn’t easy. Couple that with being in a new environment with people from a different culture and you have the perfect recipe to create a social distancing introvert. I remember several occasions when I sat amongst my new found family wondering what they were saying because I did not speak Portuguese. Now I’m an adult and still feel weird meeting new people, the difference is that I mastered the art of breaking the ice and even make a living out of it. Does this mean it comes naturally? Not really. I think of it as tapping into a second persona.
7. Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon!
Put it in my bread, cake, biscuits, cereal, smoothies, mocha lattes or tea and we will be best friends forever. Seriously, if you want to win my other hand in marriage or link pinkies then this is the key. My little sister will probably roll her eyes and say I’m lying (sis, cheese and tea are top too) but this one is something I just can’t quite explain.
8. I lived in Japan for almost six years, really hate anime and am married to an ‘anime-holic‘
Japan was lovely, my friends were amazing, the food was great, blah blah blah. What I don’t understand is how grown ups can watch cartoons about blue haired people with superpowers and call it something else. With the husband I picked, it was inevitable that he got me to watch the odd show and while I admit that some were not too bad, in my eyes they will forever be badly animated cartoons – kinda like the stick men we used to draw back in kindergarten. Ok fine, I’m exaggerating, but you know what I mean.
9. I often text someone in the same room because I’m too lazy to speak
This is probably tied to number 6 or the fact that it’s absolutely hilarious to send a dumb text to someone in a serious setting. Can you imagine being in a boardroom across from clients, then texting a bad joke to your colleague from under the table? Priceless. It’s not all jokes though, my husband and I still exchange cutesy texts when lying on the couch next to each other.
10. I don’t know how to chew gum
This one is a serious problem and ties in with the first point. It all started off as a coping mechanism to deal with my anxiety of writing exams. I walked into an accounting midterm with two packs of gum during my sophomore year in varsity but when I came out of the ninety minute torture chamber, the gum had all been chewed up. From then on, I got into the habit of chewing every time I felt anxious or frustrated in the same way that a smoker would go through packs cigarettes. What makes it weird is that once the flavour goes, I pop in another and start all over again.
Whew, that was long! Now that you know some quirky fun facts about me, do spill the tea on what makes you unique. Looking forward to getting to know more about you wonderful people!