My mom and I have virtually the same voice. Dad is the only one who can tell the difference. It's mildly frightening.
I used to wish I was two inches shorter and that I had freckles.
When I check things (OCD), I must touch them before I feel okay. Thankfully, I only check the lock on the door and the stove before bed and leaving the house.
I have an immune system of steel - I can kiss someone with a cold and I'll never get sick. A friend of mine said I'll be the only survivor in a zombie apocalypse. Goody... I think.
I rub my scalp and tug my hair a little to calm myself when I'm worrying.
|