I was once told by someone at work that he’d hire me for my walk alone. Then again, he was fired for sexual harassment shortly after I left, so I take that compliment with a grain of salt.
I’ve also been told that I remind people of Karen from Will & Grace. I don’t know if it’s because I’m bitchy or what, but I considered that a compliment.
My husband has also told me that he’s impressed how I can tell what’s wrong with our son when he’s sick. Given that I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time, I appreciate him saying that, but I have my doubts.
Now I really want to see a video of you walking and sitting…!
Another one: years ago, I overheard my mom talking to my uncle on the phone when she didn’t know I was around. “Well you know Rodgers,” she said, “he’s such a loner…” I was stunned! Never once had I thought of myself as a loner before that, but after hearing it the evidence seemed to pile up: I had friends, but not many close friends; I never brought people over to the house; I spent a good amount of time outside of school alone… So, I guess I was a loner. I’ve been a bit worried ever since that it’s become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Same here. I don’t think of myself as short, usually. Maybe it’s b/c my husband & most of my family are also short, so I’m used to being “average height” relative to the people I’m with.
Then I went to a sports bar with some friends one night, and I think I came up to the shoulder of most people there. If that.
Also, one of my friends once observed that I only eat half a sandwich, when I get them at restaurants - the other half, I open up & eat the fillings with a fork, and leave the bread. I never noticed I did this until she pointed it out.
Not yet. However, given my visit with my mom this Christmas, I might well be driven to drink.
Speaking of mothers, mine pointed out to me that I tend to eat any food on my plate in order: vegetables first, then meat, then starch. I didn’t even notice, but when she pointed it out, I realized I was eating the stuff I thought I was supposed to eat first to fill up on it, then working my way around from less bad to bad (my mom uses cream in every single potato or pasta dish she’s ever made and slathers rolls in butter before they hit the plate, so I try to eat as little of them as possible).
I didn’t know that I was a bad, weird dresser, but everybody I know thinks I am.
In fact they think that so much that they’ve all threatened to nominate me for that cable TV show, “What Not to Wear”.
Man, I seriously never knew. I just found this out, so I need to process this information before I form my own opinion. I honestly thought I looked okay if not downright cool, but maybe not. :eek:
When I was 19, my parents had just separated and started a nasty divorce. Apparently, I didn’t speak to my mother for 6 months. I only found this out when I was 25 or so.
I have no idea why I refused to talk to her. She and I have always been close.
Someone I knew at high school spotted me at church, at least fifteen years after we graduated. She recognized me by the back of my head. “Hey, that lady has hair just like phouka. Hey, it IS phouka.”
It’s not like I had the same hair style, plus, my hair is a lot darker than it used to be. There must be some other intangible factor involved. Very strange.
I have been told by some of my closest friends that I am incredibly vague.
I have also been told that I don’t really seem to fit with the surrounding flow of my location, no matter where it is. I had honestly never noticed this.
Me, I apparently speak with a Chicago accent, even though I only lived there until I was 13, and I’ve been in California for 26 years. I have no idea what my “accent” sounds like, but people continue to pick up on it immediately.
My mother remarried when I was 4 and he adopted me. They put his name on my birth certificate, so that’s true for me as well. It wasn’t until years later that I found out that the man listed on my original birth certificate ALSO wasn’t actually my father.
Anyway, it took other people saying something, coming onto me etc for me to realize that I’m actually decent looking. I never thought so growing up and even at 33 I still have trouble believing it at times.
A friend in high school pointed out that he could always tell when I was about to get off the phone because I’d say “well” as in “Well, I guess I need to get going” or “Well, it’s time for me to get started on this homework.”
