Sometimes, it occurs to me that I just may be abnormal. I know, I know. You're wide-eyed and holding the sides of your head in disbelief and proclaiming, "YOU?! No freakin' way!"
Despite your passionate cries of protest, I say to you...I am. Or, maybe not. Maybe you're all as freaky as I am but not quite as shameless about splashing your oddities all over the World Wide Web for all to see.
So, here's something I've never divulged, and I must say, I'm a wee bit hesitant. (Actually, I just told Mr. Right about this two minutes ago and his response was, "What?! *laughter* "You're a freak!")
Up to this point in my blogging, you may have found a few things here and there that made you laugh and say to yourself, "Oh, yeah...I can relate." But, try this one on for size.
Often times when I'm anxious or stressed about some upcoming situation I have to deal with, I pre-create the situation in my head so that I can plan out all of the possible scenarios that may occur. In my brain's eye view, I see myself going through the actions and conversations associated with the event. As my mind is racing through all of the possible outcomes, I see Me, there in my mind, and...I'm smoking a cigarette.
I've never smoked a day in my life. Not even half a day. The thought of sucking on a tar-filled cancer stick makes me want to gag. Yet, there I am in all my daydream glory, smokin' up a storm.
What is up with that?!
(Remember that voice inside my head that was screaming at me to shut up in the DMV? I think she's taken up smoking. That is one uptight bitch.)