So I’ve been doing some profiles at work and I’m asking each person to include one fun/interesting fact about themselves. I thought, “Oh, I’ll be clever and give them an example!”
Four minutes later with my fingers poised at the keys, I had nothin’. Then I had to show a coworker something in the reception area, came back, and still had nothing. What is my fun fact?
I don’t run marathons. I’m not a doting pet mother. I don’t think I can count the fact that I was born on Earth Day because I am hardly green. I’m a serial long-distance relationshipper…but I don’t really like that about myself. I only went skydiving once, so I can hardly call it a hobby. I haven’t ridden my bike in over a year because it’s at Mike’s house. Not a movie buff, either.
Maybe it’s not about hobbies…
Let’s see. Fun facts fun facts… I wrote a book that I refuse to publish. I
spent wasted spent three years in North Carolina for grad school. I’m in love with my hometown, but that sentiment is hardly elusive among the peoples. There’s a bridge I love to visit…but no one really cares about that. I tried to live in Pennsylvania for five months, but it didn’t work out.
I’m not crafty. I do not write for fun anymore. I followed the Backstreet Boys around for awhile. I never took a cross-country trip. I love my car, but I’m not obsessed.
So what did I end up saying for my fun fact? That I worked my way through college at a factory making washing machines.
There are fun facts about me, but the truth is that they are hardly awe-inspiring, and they are small-scale in comparison to most others.
I like wine…but I like cheap wine so that’s hardly impressive. And I do not collect anything anymore (so sorry, Beanie Babies and key chains).
What it comes down to is this: I’ve been stagnant. It’s time to up the ante and actually start finding things that I like to do…things that I can do on a regular basis, regardless of the weather or the city, of who is with me or who isn’t. I’ve got to find something that is me…