Terrified

So I've decided that this post will be dedicated to myself; I swear I'm not a narcissist.

I was browsing lazily through my blog archives and to my horror I realised that a reader - even a consistent one - of this blog probably won't know very much about me just by reading my blog entries. That's mostly my fault though. I intentionally avoid rambling on about my day to day life for fear of boring people out of their wits AND I do realise that a lot of my posts can be rather cryptic and esoteric so ... Combine that realisation with a brainwave and tadahhh you have this post!

Okay. So. What should you know about me? Hmmm.

Well the first thing you should probably know: I am conditionally organised. Which basically means that I can be all OCD about certain things and a complete slob when it comes to others. And just your luck, it turns out that I've decided to be thoroughly unorganised in this entry which means random facts about myself galore.

Well, not many people know this, but running is a father-daughter thing for me. My dad and I usually run on the track inside the central catchment nature reserve (it starts from SICC, which is really convenient since we're members) and ends at MacRitchie reservoir. It really is quite different running under a canopy of green inside the forest. I'm always happiest after a good run.
I haven't got the slightest clue what I want to be when I grow up. And sometimes the vision of a bleary, far-off future proffering a myriad of opportunities liberates me but at other times its like a condemnation, to take the beaten track, to give in to convention. It frustrates me to no end that I could end up as just another face in the crowd; lost, listless, weary.

I have a really sweet tooth. That's pretty self-explanatory.

I love more than anything to admire beautiful scenery. The feeling I get is beyond words. I can't even begin to describe the way in which beautiful scenery arouses feelings from the very depth of my soul that remain repressed in the hustle and bustle of daily life. Beauty takes so many forms and for me, scenery is one of its finest.

My room is in an utter mess. I've tried time and time again to clear it but all my attempts have proven futile. I think I'll clear it soon.

I always feel really sad after watching movies, even if the movie was a happy one. It feels cruel to present someone with a portal for escapism for a mere 108 minutes and then take it away all too abruptly. I mean, it's like putting someone through all the joy and struggles and disappointment you've faced and then shoving them out of your life with a 'the end'. It's too sudden, it's too cold. So yes, movies kind of make me feel despondent.

I think that's enough random facts for now.
I now know why I've never shared much about myself here - it drains you, makes you feel exposed. But oddly, I've never felt this comfortable being vunerable.

I'm your junkie.