This is my memoir. It’s called, “indifferent to birds.”
Also, I owe you guys a picture of my cloak, which I’m wearing currently, it’s faux fur…and the completion of a certain story about a certain lady and her nose.
I was recently asked, in front of quite a few people, to name three things someone “must” know about me. I froze! What would you say? It has to be three uncommon things, in order to be interesting to other people, right? But already you’re trying too hard to be interesting.
At this point you’re just standing silently in front of a group of people debating with yourself about your own data.
I got home and Pete was like, “you could have said- I play a lot of sports.” which is true. And defining. I play a lot of sports. Two frisbee teams and a soccer team, quite a bit of my free time.
You know what I said? “I made a video with my friend for Christmas where I dressed like a man.”
And I didn’t say anything else. Only that one, dumb thing.
Things I could have said: I’m superstitious; I only remember the good things I did as a big sister and none of the evil stuff; I don’t eat meat except when I do; I am thrilled to be turning into my mother; I love gift giving but I am bad at sending packages; I am afraid of trains and seaweed; I read The New Yorker; I am a bike commuter (but not a cyclist); my favorite language to listen to is Hebrew; and I am indifferent to birds.