Category Archives: In Real Life

Exposing Myself

I recently talked about my childhood stories that sound fake but are true. I exposed myself for being an overreactor and a sleepwalker who moves furniture. Today, I’m going to be exposing all the things about me that I hate talking about because it shows how inept I am! Yeah! Let’s go!

exposing myself by showing a screen shot of a Buzzfeed post I shared about not being able to ride a bike
My family ocassionaly has a laugh over my inability to ride a bike.

First, I can’t ride a bike. I tried, you know. I have a vivid memory of fourth grade and my mom trying to teach me. My class was having a fieldtrip where we rode bikes and I didn’t want to be the odd one out. A whole weekend of trying to ride and my mom yelling and me crying didn’t go as planned. I got to the fieldtrip with my purple bike and started riding. For one second before I lost my balance. The teacher that was at the back of the group saw me struggling and let me ride in the park rangers car. That wasn’t embarrassing at all! I think the reason I don’t like bikes is because I don’t like feeling not in control of my body. I want my feet to be planted on the ground. Normalize adults having training wheels!

Another normal skill I can’t do is swim! I’m scared of drowning, and, well, everything. The water scares me in the sense that it goes on forever. Pools are cool, though. I just don’t tread the water. I love being 21 and not using a diving board! Similar to the bike thing, I want to be in control of my body. I also don’t like roller skating, skateboarding, or ice skating. I’m just buckets of fun, aren’t I?

I also don’t know how to drive. I know. This is the worst one on the list. I also tried. Every time I went out to practice with my parents I panicked. I’m terrified of making a mistake and something happening to me or the people around me. I know realistically that I need to drive and eventually I will need to get my license. Now it’s just a sensitive topic for me because my parents love to hold it against me. But, it’s my own fault.

Let’s stop talking about the things I can’t due before my computer malfunctions because of my tears. A random thing about me that my cousin Andrew likes to hold over my head is my fanfiction past. Anyone in to media has probably read fanfiction. I took it a step farther and wrote some. From the ages of 15 and 16 I wrote fanfiction for the Disney Channel show Austin & Ally. And you know what, I’m proud of it! I’m not the best writer ever and most teenagers don’t watch Disney Channel shows religiously but it was nice to hear, well, nice things about my writing. People really liked my stories and I liked getting feedback. So, Andrew, I exposed myself before you could expose me.

I could go on and on, exposing all of the embarrassing stuff about me but I’d rather stop here. I can only bully my self for so long at one time.

Will I Ever Finish Writing What I Start?

Writing. It isn’t for everyone.

Ever since I was a kid I’ve loved making up and writing stories. I was that kid who talked to her self about people she made up. I still love making up stories in my head. In fact, I’ve probably started to write upwards of five separate books!

And that is my issue.

My pinterests boards for books I've started writing
Pinterest boards for books I haven’t finished

I’ve probably written over 50,000 words combined with all the stories I have started. I spend anywhere from a week to six months working on one story before moving on to the next one. I got pretty close to almost finishing one a few years ago but I stopped before I could.

I’m also not good with getting criticism for some things. Especially my writing that I am proud of. I would be terrified that I’d finish a book, publish it and everyone would hate it. I’d get bad reviews and the thing I was so proud of would be torn apart.

One day I want to go back and read through all of the stories I’ve written. Maybe I’ll feel a spark and have to finish the book. Or I’ll be destined to fill my google docs with half written stories.

I may not have finished writing a book, but I do talk about books a lot! Check it out here. Bookish Life

Stories That Sound Fake But Are True

Today, I’m going to tell you two stories about me that sound like they would be the lie in two truths and a lie.

Do you ever have something happen to you that makes you think, “wow no one would believe this?” Yes? No? Well, it happens to me all the time.

The broken wrists

First, we’re gonna talk about the time I broke both of my wrists. Yes, both of them at one time. My dad did not like those medical bills.

The only picture I have to prove the broken wrist story
The only picture I have of my casts

It was Father’s Day, 2008. My parents had just separated back in March so it was the first Father’s Day with just me and my dad. We went to Gettysburg to look at the monuments. When we were looking for the name of my bunch of greats grandfather, I wasn’t paying attention and fell down three concrete steps head first, my wrists breaking my fall. I was in pain but I didn’t want to go to the hospital yet because I wanted to wait until I got to Cumberland, where my mom was.

Half way there, though, I was in so much discomfort that my dad stopped at the hospital in Hagerstown. When we got there I had to pee but on the account of my in pain wrists I couldn’t go by myself so my dad had to help me. I was only nine at the time, thankfully. While we were talking to the nurse to check in, I was so emotional that I told my mom over the phone that, “if I don’t make it I want you to know I love you.” They all told me I was being silly and that I wasn’t going to die. Yeah, I didn’t believe that at the time but since I’m writing this today I guess I did make it. So, summer 2008 was spent with purple and red, because they were out of pink, casts on my arms. Fun times.

Sleep walking stories

the dresser from the sleep walking stories
This is what the dresser looked like

When I was in elementary school, I went through a period of time where I moved in my sleep. Not just tossing and turning, no I tossed and turned my way out of bed. I have many stories of waking up and being in the dining room or hallway but the best one is when I moved a dresser. Yes, a dresser. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized I was standing up and holding my dresser that I managed to turn around. Not knowing what to do, I decided to just get back in bed and wait till morning.

When I did wake up, and try to flip the dresser around, I discovered that I couldn’t lift it. Now, to this day, even over ten years later, my mom jokes that I get super strength in my sleep and every time we move it should be in the middle of the night so I can carry the big things. Another time I woke up and I had my TV in my arms, lifting it off of the entertainment stand that was in my room. At the time, I had a box TV. What was wrong with me?

Do you believe me? Are the stories just too outrageous to be made up? My parents can testify that I always kept things interesting. Still do.

Does any one have any stories that sound fake but are true? Let me know! Gonna go move my book shelf in my sleep now!

Want to hear more crazy stories about me? Check out Exposing Myself.