Turn back now, it's a look into mobright's mind
Megan Obright
Issue date: 6/6/08 Section: Headlines
Hmmm…6:40 p.m. on production night and I'm just now starting to write my column. For those of you who know me, this is a regular occurrence-writing something at the last minute. I am the current President of Procrasti-nation and contrary to popular belief among my friends, and my parents, it is not a position I hold with pride.
I am not the person to go too far in depth on political issues or for specific literary references to back up all of my arguments at the drop of a hat. I feel that I should be "inspired" (I picture that word in my mind flashing in cursive letters with sparkles in the background, just to give it a little something extra), but alas, I am not moved to write some gripping tale recounting a recent epiphany or a "moral of the story". However, I like to talk. And I feel the need to fill a happiness and randomness quota. Hence, randomness is the theme of this short piece.
I've been doing a lot of self reflection lately, trying to decipher who I am, what makes me "special" (enter in another sparkly word) and what I contribute to the world. I'm hoping that sitting down and looking at some seemingly insignificant details in my personality will reveal some deep hidden secret that has been locked away in my twisted psyche…or at least this will provide some entertainment and light reading during finals week.
So, interesting quirks about myself…
I have no problem talking about sex. At all. Be it graphic details from a porn movie, the nature of human sexuality or anatomy. I can talk about it comfortably and can adapt the conversation to fit whoever I'm with.
So why is it that I can't stand it when anyone makes a comment about my appearance? It could be something as basic as "You have a pretty face" and I'm uncomfortable beyond all reason. I actually sprinted out of work a few nights ago when some male coworkers kept talking about me. It's not a "fishing for compliments" strategy, more like an "oh crap, run away" reaction.
I am not the person to go too far in depth on political issues or for specific literary references to back up all of my arguments at the drop of a hat. I feel that I should be "inspired" (I picture that word in my mind flashing in cursive letters with sparkles in the background, just to give it a little something extra), but alas, I am not moved to write some gripping tale recounting a recent epiphany or a "moral of the story". However, I like to talk. And I feel the need to fill a happiness and randomness quota. Hence, randomness is the theme of this short piece.
I've been doing a lot of self reflection lately, trying to decipher who I am, what makes me "special" (enter in another sparkly word) and what I contribute to the world. I'm hoping that sitting down and looking at some seemingly insignificant details in my personality will reveal some deep hidden secret that has been locked away in my twisted psyche…or at least this will provide some entertainment and light reading during finals week.
So, interesting quirks about myself…
I have no problem talking about sex. At all. Be it graphic details from a porn movie, the nature of human sexuality or anatomy. I can talk about it comfortably and can adapt the conversation to fit whoever I'm with.
So why is it that I can't stand it when anyone makes a comment about my appearance? It could be something as basic as "You have a pretty face" and I'm uncomfortable beyond all reason. I actually sprinted out of work a few nights ago when some male coworkers kept talking about me. It's not a "fishing for compliments" strategy, more like an "oh crap, run away" reaction.
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