A few of my friends have recently posted lists of 100 things about themselves. After reading each I've started to compose lists in my head in response, like
I wore jewelry all the time until I started having kids, then started again with Cookie Lee and now I'm stopped again because it is easier not to wear it with a small child and no sleep.
when I was going into high school I tried out for cheerleading but I didn't make the squad and that is what lead the way to me being a runner.
then I remember this friend I had in college. Jeanie Mofit was a great gal. Played the trombone in the marching band, loved to laugh and joke around, loved to be a good friend, had a crush on a guy that reminded me of Buddy Holly. And she had a hole in her face. Not a big hole, a hole that looked like she had sqeezed a blackhead out of her skin and the pore remained open. And when I met her it was one of the first things she pointed out to me. She introduced herself and said,
"I have a hole in my face, right there. And now whenever you look at me you're going to see the hole."
Of course I said, no way I'll notice it every time -- but every time I did.
So I start to make these lists in my head and then I stop because I don't want to point out my "hole" to someone and have that be what you dwell on about me. Isn't that so vain? I'm not sure I remember a specific thing about my friends' lists except the things that they said that reminded me of the things I just listed. (Torrie never wore jewelry till she met me and Mindy was a mascot for her school.) So you just go on thinking I'm practically perfect in every way and I'll just let you figure it out my holes for yourself.