Today I read a quote on Instagram that said,”I would rather get punched in the face than have to say a fun fact about myself.”
So, so true.
I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve dreaded and sweated the moment where I am required to tell a room full of strangers something interesting about me. Part of this is my social anxiety, and then also because I see myself as a little uninteresting.
I sit and list off in my head all of the things that I like, and I know it’s probably the most mediocre-sounding fact about a person there could be. Then I attempt to stretch the truth. Case in point: I have been in snow (which I have) so I could like snowboarding (which I’ve never tried) and they don’t have to know that.
I see myself as so boring that I would straight up lie to fool people I don’t even know. I haven’t, but I’ve been close.
I always end up mumbling something and sit down, beet red and in need of an escape route.
Then there are the times where my husband laughs at my jokes and my sister says she wishes she could draw like me reminding me that we all have abilities, talents and hobbies that are different. Mine are not as exciting as sky diving from the edge of the atmosphere (no one wants to watch me read) but they are what makes me unique.