I've seen bloggers write about this topic in the past, and I've always wanted to join in, so here I am. It's no secret that we all have our own little quirky personality traits. Some good, some bad, and some just downright ugly. Normally we don't boast about the last two but not today. Today I share a little bit of myself with my readers, some bits that I'm not particularly proud of, but they're still part of me.
I usually put anyone and everyone's needs before my own. Oh you aren't done with your work? Neither am I, but let me help you finish. I guess you could say I'm a chronic helper... maybe that's why I chose to be a nurse, because I just can't get enough of helping people.
I can have fun doing practically anything. I love to laugh and be silly, whether it's jamming out in the car with my BFF or doing silly impersonations/impressions with my coworkers, I love to laugh and make people laugh.
I'm sore loser. Seriously, even if it's friendly card game or dirty santa during the holidays. I like to win, I like to get what I want. I'm always the banker when we play Monopoly, always the scorekeeper when I play Zonk with my family. It doesn't matter the game, it doesn't matter the stakes, if I don't win you can bet your sweet hiney I'm going to pout about it.
I don't have a filter. There's been plenty of times when I've put my foot straigh into my pie hole, and worse, not even realized it. It's common for me to say something offensive and not realize it until later, or when it's pointed out to me.
It's my way or the high way. I was reading up on my sun sign one day (I'm an Aries) and I came across something that said, "...they aren't mean spirited, they just truly believe that they can do everything better than anyone else." As I sat there reading about myself, I couldn't help but nod my head in agreement, and imagine that my high school volleyball coach would be doing the same thing... she was always telling me that I wasn't the coach, and to stop "helping people" when they weren't asking for it.
I have a short fuse. Like a really short one. As in I blew up at Derek the other night over an argument about a traffic light. A traffic light. I get so angry so fast and I hear myself saying these terrible ugly things to people. Even though I can hear myself, I can't stop it. It just keeps coming out until there's no more left. Literal word vomit. I guess my saving grace is that I realize what I'm doing and I'm usually pretty quick to apologize.