* I wear my heart on my sleeve and my emotions on my face. So say, hypothetically, if you show me your engagement ring and the diamond is in the shape of a heart, no matter how much I try to fake flattery, you can see my true reaction on my face. The older one gets, the more we are expected to offer up the proper reactions. And I am oh such a giant work in progress. I fail. Often. But seriously...a diamond in the shape of a sweetheart! Or...er...I mean...hypothetically...not saying that actually happened to me.
* I fight the good fight to the bitter end. And my apology is that I take is way too personally. It's not every day I get fired up over things. But when something comes my way that gets my goat, I can't stop thinking about it. And talking about it. And worse...stewing over it. I have mock conversations. To myself. Usually in the shower. And get myself 400 times more worked up than any normal person. And I can't let things go.
* But on the other 360 days of the year, I am an absolute pushover. I have an opinion. I will voice that opinion. But when no one else supports it, I will sit back and go with the flow. My apology is for not speaking louder or with more gusto. Save for the few times I am really hot and heavy in a topic (see above), I just go with the most popular opinion. And so often regret it. Constantly looking back realizing I had the answer all along but never did the right thing is not a healthy way to live. Don't do that! People pleasing is not all it's cracked up to be.
* I am snobby. About dogs vs. cats. I think dogs are pretty equal to babies. And I think cats are pointless allergy balls. As much as I love my dog and understand why you love your dog, you would think I would be equally understanding of someone's love of cats. But I am not. Cat love baffles me. About which I am less than shy. It's so rude of me.
* My eyes wander. And it bugs people. I wasn't aware of it until I was out of college. But it used to drive a boy in my life at the time nuts. We would be talking and he would say, "look at me!" I will be mid conversation and then my eyes wander off. I'm still completely engaged in the conversation. I don't drift off attention-wise. But my eyes do. And people think it's rude. It is but I honestly don't do it on purpose. Thanks to that boy I am more aware of it. So when I catch myself, I try to be extra conscious of it. But it still happens. So I am so sorry if I am talking to you and my eyes move around the room. I know it's not polite. And I really do try to be conscious of it. Actually, I am sometimes very self-conscious because of it. But it does still happen. And I'm really sorry.