I'm the kind of person who likes to talk. I like to get things off my chest and always feel better after 'fessing up to something. It's possible that I was the only little catholic girl who actually enjoyed going to the confessional at church when I was younger. Not that I ever had a lot to confess, it was just the usual childish disclosures of telling white lies, stealing a penny from my mother's purse and fighting with my brother that I had to offer the priest, but it felt good to make these confessions and to be reassured that I wasn't naughtier than any of the other children. My brother hated going to confession and I'm quite certain it was because he was naughtier than I was. I would emerge from the little confession box feeling good, feeling relieved, and sometimes, after I had made a particularly lengthy confession, surprised at not getting shouted at by the priest. Although I haven't been for about a decade now, I still find the need to tell people my guilty little secrets. It's a strange urge, needing to share random and sometimes shameful information with others and, oddly enough, on reflection I realise that this very blog is made up of mostly my confessions.
For the moment, I have no little anecdotes to share with you. I'm still suffering from a long bout of writer's block, but I still wanted to get some things off my chest. So without further adoo, here are five random 'fess ups.
- I'm afraid of talking to people with squint eyes because I don't know if they're actually talking to me and if they are, I never know which eye to talk back to.
- I have trouble remembering my left and right. I have to hold out both hands and make an L shape with my thumb and index finger. The hand that makes a proper 'L' (as opposed to an inverted one) is the left.
- When Scottish tourists ask to buy a ticket at work I often put on an Irish accent to avoid the whole 'Oh you're from Scotland too?! Fancy that! Where abouts are you from? What are you doing over here? etc, etc' conversation.
- I am diabolical when it comes to geography. I smile and nod knowingly when colleagues tell me they come from Belarus or Laos, but really I have no idea where these countries are in the world until I come home and google them.
- Although I'm sure they are comfy, I don't really get the concept of Crocs. I find them really, really ugly.