If you really knew me...
...you'd know that I cry at just about anything and everything. I cry for no reason sometimes. I cry watching Bachelor/Bachelorette. I cry when I'm so happy I could burst. I even cried while watching Batman. M judged me for that one.
...you'd know that the bed always has to be made, every day. And even when M makes it, I usually adjust the bedding or pillows to the way I like it.
...you'd know that sometimes I wish I was more of a hippie because of the relaxed side of the personality.
...you'd know how insecure I am when people call me "intense" or tell me to "calm down/relax." It's a characteristic I hate about me, but I need to accept it since I know that's just part of my passionate side.
...you'd know that I'm seriously afraid of being a terrible mother, not because I won't be able to love, but because I have a weak stomach/head and don't handle blood or injuries well (yes, I faint). And I'm the daughter of a nurse, so you'd think this wouldn't be such an issue.
...you'd know that I love to dance. I'm a terrible, no-rhythm dancer, but I love it.