A lyric essay I tried out for a composition class I took this fall. It’s pretty dramatic and a tad more personal than what I’ve been posting lately, but I thought it’s been a while since I’ve shared my writing, so here it goes:
- My name is Samantha.
- I was born on September 11th.
- I like to be called Sam even though I always introduce myself as Sammy.
- I become obsessed with new songs, but they die when I overplay play them long before the radio has a chance.
- I never think of a good comeback or a witty remark or the right thing to say until the moment has passed.
- I never seem to find the perfect word I’m searching for until it’s too late.
- I still have a baby tooth.
- Sometimes I’ll laugh at a joke that I don’t get and I’ll get really scared that someone is going to make me explain that joke and I’ll be exposed as a fraud. That never really happens though.
- I laugh a lot but oftentimes my laugh is too loud. I’m sorry.
- A few years ago I tried to train myself to laugh differently. It didn’t work.
- I wish I didn’t care so much what people think about me.
- I’m half-Canadian.
- I love maps, trains, and nights when the moon is full.
- I hate when people say they like the rain but then they stay inside all day and have the audacity to complain about feeling lazy.
- I love watching the rain from a cozy place inside just as much as I love splashing, dancing, and going on walks during rainstorms.
- I get sick a lot.
- Sometimes I’ll try a ring on at a store because I’ll forget what size I am and then it’ll get stuck and my face will turn red.
- I’m easily embarrassed.
- I trip over my feet just as much as I trip over my words. (A lot.)
- I break things a lot but I didn’t realize that about myself until senior year when my friends pointed it out after I broke our school’s rain stick. This is when I started the list of things I’ve broken. It has over 20 items on it. I’m sorry.
- Sometimes I read in different accents. Not often, and only if it’s logical, but it happens.
- My favorite accent is an Indian accent.
- Sometimes I talk to myself. I read somewhere that it makes you smarter, but sometimes I just like practicing how to speak and say different things in the hopes that maybe one day I’ll get better.
- I google everything.
- I overshare.
- I eat when I’m bored.
- I eat when I’m sad.
- I eat because food tastes good and eating is fun and sometimes I accidentally schedule two lunches on the same day but I’ll eat at both because I don’t want my friends to feel like I’m watching them eat.
- I never hate myself while I’m eating, but I hate myself every time I look in the mirror.
- I pull accidental all-nighters sometimes because I’ll get so caught up in whatever I’m working on that I won’t want to sleep. Sometimes there’s just not enough time.
- I pull on-purpose all-nighters sometimes because I procrastinate.
- My high school GPA embarasses my father.
- I’ve dreamed of being a lounge singer in London and I’ve dreamed of writing a textbook. I didn’t particularly pursue these dreams, but they both formed within the last two years.
- Sometimes during soccer my heart would randomly start beating out of my chest, and other times I would stand up too quickly and my vision would go black around the edges. I thought this happened to everyone, but I guess I just have an autonomic dysfunction, so I need to eat more salt.
- I love beef jerky. And ketchup. (Not together you weirdos)
- I don’t care for nutella.
- I don’t speak up. Most of the time I wait too long or am just too afraid of messing up or sounding stupid and I miss my chance.
- I have ADD.
- Sometimes I won’t realize I’ve been singing or humming until you’ve asked me to stop.
- Same goes for shaking my leg or tapping my hand or any other continuous movement. I’m sorry.
- I have to remind myself to listen, smile, and look otherwise engaged when people are talking to me.
- I get distracted by eye contact and forget to listen to the words that are coming out of the person’s mouth.
- If I didn’t hear what you said, I might ask you to repeat it. If I didn’t hear it a second time, I will probably just smile and chuckle.
- I’ll wholeheartedly agree with something I don’t believe in if I haven’t been paying attention. Which is often.
- I stare into space a lot and sometimes it looks like I’m glaring at people. I’m sorry.
- Sometimes I’ll accidentally spoil a book for myself because my eyes will wander to the last paragraph before I’ve read a single sentence on that page.
- I start sentences that don’t go anywhere. It’s hard for me to control my train of thought. Sometimes there’s just too much in my brain.
- I thought this happened to most everyone. I thought this was relatable. After all, I felt like I related to my peers, so I assumed they’d relate to me in turn.
- I never wanted to be the same, I just wanted to be normal.
- You write a lot. I know. I’m sorry.
11 thoughts on “50 FACTS ABOUT ME THAT YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR”
Really interesting! Nice post!!
No problem! Be sure to check out my blog if you get the chance!!
I can relate to several of your facts, Sammy. I also have ADD. 🙂 Great post! I like your lists. Looking forward to more of your blog posts.
I’m glad that a few of them are relatable at least, and I’m always comforted when I meet others with ADD! I’m excited to check your blog out as well. 🙂 Thanks for the comment!
You’re welcome! 🙂
A wonderful list Sam. Thank you for sharing this. You are among friends. And the fact that you half Canadian is very cool. 🙂
Thank you! And I really do feel among friends here–I’m surprisingly comfortable posting stuff like this. Thank you for your comment. And I agree, I take a lot of pride in my Canadian roots, haha 🙂
Sam, you were born on Sept 11th- wow, struck me hard! With 9-11!!!! You are amazing.
Yeah, a lot of people have that same reaction–especially when finding out I was in kindergarten that year. But it’s always been normal for me. I mean, it’s just the way it is. I don’t know that it makes me particularly spectacular or anything haha but thank you for your comment!