Manic Monday. Conversation with myself about stress, direction, reading minds, and folding boxes.

Do you ever talk to yourself out loud? What do you talk about?
Are you serious? ALL THE TIME. Funny thing is I am such a talker, that I notice that people shut me out. No really I have come to terms with the fact that maybe I might just talk a bit to much. I do try to limit myself. But yes I have tested all my friends and family. Yes you too. Where I talk, telling a story, then mid sentence I will stop. Sad to say, many times, no one notices.

But around the house, sure I talk to myself. I argue with myself, I question myself, I answer myself. Even when I am out in public. Scrapbooking? Of coarse I talk to myself. Sometimes out loud is the only way I can really remember, or figure something out.

Not ashamed one bit.

What stresses you out?
Dong barking when we all sit and eat.
I can go from zero stress to complete psycho in seconds over that.

Bagel whining.
Gah! I don't understand whine. And I learned that from Chandler, years ago, I was on the phone with her, and her son was whining, she told him she didn't understand whining, he needed to talk. A.maz.ing. I use it all the time. She will whine a few more times, and of coarse I understand her. But I will NOT tolerate whining. Gag!

Money.
Right, like who doesn't? Bills, mortgage, taxes, Christmas, thank god we can all breathe for a minute on the gas prices. I mean seriously... $4 something over the summer and now $1.73?!? WTF??

Outside of that I really don't let much else stress me. I mean I have douche bag family members, bitchy customers, and it just doesn't pay for me to stress over these tards. I live my life. I worry about my parents, and in laws, my sister, my kids, and Spaghetti, my pets. Outside of that I do have concern for my friends and there issues, but to stress on it? Sorry I try to keep my life as drama free and happy as I can. So stressing on little shit just ain't worth it.

What are your secret talents?
Direction. No really, I am good at it. I rarely get lost, even in a new area. It's all about landmarks, and focusing on your direction.

I can fold those stupid cardboard storage boxes, in seconds. I don't read the directions. It just is natural to me the way they go. Maybe it's all the paper crafting I do.

This one is weird. Even for me. I can kinda see ahead of what someone is going to talk about or do. Maybe it's just that I am really observant. Not saying I see the future, I am just saying if we are just talking I can see where the conversation is going. Or if you say just one word I can usually guess right where your going. Which I tend to cut someone off and say it for them. Probably annoying, since I am not always right on this but 8 times out of 10 I am.

It might not make sense. But I guess it does to me. I really try to observe everyone in a situation, especially the quiet ones. I observer there clothes, there jewelry, there voice, there actions. It all reads who you are. Even your hair.

I mean take for example if you wear a mohawk with a "cute but psycho" shirt, with jeans and flats. Basic silver jewelry, some interesting pieces, and make-up. Talks alot, very smiley, doesn't seem to give a shit attitude, funny but sweet.

Yes that is me. So lets read me... mohawk = different, and rebellious. Happy bunny shirt = sassy, and wants you to know her. Jeans and flats = likes it simple, and comfy. Basic jewelry some different = possible family heirlooms, pretty jewelry but simple. Make-up = possibly hiding something. (sure am. I was never comfortable with out makeup on. I am better at it. But I really like it on. I feel plain with out it.)
Talking alot, smiley, sassy attitude, funny but sweet= me. And I try to portray that to most people I talk to, even in small conversations.

So that is what I do. I read people, fast sometimes if that is all we have. Not judging, but I just try to read them. Wonder what kind of day they are having, what they do for fun. Might seem retarded to you. But to me I get to know people or try to, I make conversation on what I observe. Well... that's just me.