People liking me without me having ever done anything for them confuses me -- maybe it's 'cause I've always lived under the impression that I need to earn everything I get, so even something as simple as affection. Ben takes it in stride, but I wonder and wonder -- 'what is it that makes them like me? What is it that they see that I don't?' And at the same time, I wish I had kinda a 'fan club' -- people that respect and admire me just because I'm me -- like how I feel about Angelina Jolie. I hope that doesn't sound conceited... even when I was a little kid, all my pretending (when I was alone) was of me talking to an audience about whatever came into my head. I obviously have a love for the spotlight, though ironically I stammered through all the speeches I had to give to the class in high school. I was a little better in college, but I still blushed violently the entire time (I could feel my cheeks burning).
Oh how I LOVE the Christmas season! Seeing wrapping paper makes me happy, seeing lights on houses makes me happier, but not having to deal with snow is the very best part. I'm not fond of the rain either, but there's no slush to soak and freeze your feet, no icky greyish lumps of glop along the highways here in Georgia. I love the south. If I can help it, I'm never moving anywhere north of Georgia, EVER.
And I love buying presents. If I had a thousand dollars to spare right now, I'd spend half of it on gifts. (and the other half on me, selfish girl!)