My life is an open book. A leads group I belong to asked everyone to write down one thing about ourselves that people don't know about us. Then at a future meeting, we'll try to match the events/details with the correct people. I can't think of anything to submit. People know I've written books, know I ran a half-marathon, know I used to be a librarian. What else is there? (Read the complete entry here.)
She continued on to declare her life perhaps dull when compared to that of others. She's looking for suggestions. Her post got me thinking. The last thing people would declare when talking about Dena is that she's dull. (Well, unless "people" were a group of downtown 17 year old Chicago goth kids. Then yea, probably...) Her post, though, reminded me of several things. First, "dull" and "exciting" are always open to interpretation: our own, that of others...it's all about context and what we perceive to be interesting. I'm thinking, too, that sometimes our own stories become so familiar to us that we don't really remember many of the "juicy" parts, or even subtly clever tidbits that make up the landscape of our personal histories.
In so declaring, I'm sitting here wondering if there's anything in my own life of any great interest to anyone (myself or otherwise,) and also thinking of my own readers...give us something! Is there anything you've done that people might not know about you? (Well, anything that you'd be willing to share.) Never mind other readers of this blog may or may not know you. If you have a blog yourself, you can reference it in the post, or you can join my non-blogging readers and post something anonymous. If it's really embarrassing, use a different name for these purposes! (Of course, remember it's still pretty much a family site over here at melodywatson.com.) And if you have suggestions for Dena - seeing as how she's actually called upon in a public forum to answer this question on occasion - pass 'em along to her!
Now, to see if there's anything worth mentioning that you haven't already become privy to in my nearly 700 blog posts. Oh, you can be sure. Let's see...
- Never coming remotely close to being considered a Deadhead, I nonetheless saw The Gratful Dead twice, somewhere around the turn from the 80's to the 90's. Both shows were in Atlanta. (Too bad I wasn't making clay pendant necklaces back then; I'm thinkin' I could have sold a honkin' pile of 'em, what do you think?)
- I have 3 metal pins in my right hip. Sadly, I can't report that they're there because of anything interesting I did. In fact the "accident" that led to the pins was quite dull.
- At 18, I had a blonde streak put in my hair. (Much to my then-hairdresser's chagrin.)
- At 24, I moved to NY for a month to work as a nanny. Turned out the family didn't actually need anyone living there (the Mom's career was shopping and playing tennis, and they already had a 2-3 days a week housekeeper/babysitter coming over,) and I came home to resume Life In The South. But it was an interesting month!
That's probably enough to jog your memory...