more secrets....shhhhhh

This is something I don't like to confess:
(but, it's a secret, so it must be confessed)
#8: I hate admitting that I'm flawed.
I really want to be perceived as competent, and I don't like to admit that I'm weak or that I can't handle something. I've always been the type to say, "I've got this", when I'm really failing horribly.

Another secret: #7: I hate saying I can't do something; I take other people's problems and make them my own. When I'm asked if I could possibly help out with something, I'm usually like, "YES, yes yes!! I will help you, even if I already have a bajillion other things going on. I will make it happen." 

Then I stress out, and fall into a freak-out cycle from seeing the multiplicity of things I have agreed to do.
So, with that, on the positive side of things, I am a go-getter. It's weird how I'm an all or nothing person.

#6: I see the world in black and white. 
 I fail to see gray areas.
Fundamental? I guess you could call it that.
But, I love love and sharing and equality and togetherness.
I'm a hippie at heart. I think socialism is a fantastic ideal, if only we lived in a perfect world. But we don't live in a perfect world. Our world is greedy, so therefore, socialism/communism doesn't work out so very well.
  
#5: I like to speak in funny accents and develop characters.
I also profile people. Profiling people/guessing their back-story/rationalizing their actions is fun to me.So if I'm looking at you funny, don't feel weird-ed out.

#4: When I was younger, I planned on being an actress.
I dunno if that was delusional of me, but I really wanted to act.
I took acting lessons, I played in plays, I LOVED IT.
Maybe someday, I'll relive the magic of that experience. The feeling of making a character real to people is an amazing feeling.


#3: I can't remember not being able to read. 
I can remember being two, spelling words, and writing my name. I can remember seeing some long words and knowing that somehow, someday, I would learn their meanings. I remember picking up a chapter book (The Chronicles of Narnia) and flipping through it (at age 3) and wishing I could decipher all of the words and get the meaning. I could pick out a few of the words. I can't recall a time when I had absolutely no concept of reading.

Two more secrets to go! yaay. This is turning into "serious confessions" or something...