All About Me!

Dear Reader,







I realise that up until now I haven't really fulfilled my role as a blogger. Rather than writing about myself, I have been writing about random nonsense that doesn't actually reveal any information about my character, personality or the type of person that I am. The very act of blogging is narcissism itself. We can't have a humble blogger, now can we? What would the world come to? Modesty in a blogger: a sure sign of the Apocalypse.



So, to truly live up to my self-appointed status of 'Blogger', I must blog about myself. I shall begin with a list. A list of my favourite things, people, places, interests, etc, etc. To sum it up, a list of what makes me smile, the part of my day that I can look forward to, and what I think of before I fall asleep, then proceed to dream of until morning. Here we go:-









#1: God



Yes, GOD. And I don't mean the Catholic, almost-cruel God that sends everyone to Hell for lying to their mother or for cheating on their Maths exam. Nor do I mean the strict, religious, over-bearing, distant God, who frowns upon anything remotely resembling fun or happiness. I'm not talking about the pushover God who forgives any and all of your sins, just because you remembered to say 'Gee, sorry', either.



I'm talking about the God who created the World and everything in it. God cannot be contained in a box; He's too big to be described in one phrase, or sentence. All the words in the Universe can't even begin to reveal all of who He is. God is God.



And when I say 'God', I'm also referring to everything pertaining to Him. In other words, everything good and right in this world. If someone asked me to tell them what God means to me, I'd say: 'whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.'



So there.









#2: My Family



Ah, my family. The stories I could tell you about these ones! I know that this comes as a surprise, what with my suave and charming manner and all, but I am actually quite the homebody. I am the only girl I know of who would turn down a shopping trip or a party with friends for a quiet evening at home, with no other company but a good book...and my mother and father, and my two sisters, and younger brother, and cousin, and maid...and 6.5 dogs...and cat. I think it's because I can be myself around them, without wondering about how I look, or what I should or shouldn't say.



It's almost like I have split personalities: one when I'm with my friends, and one when I'm at home. I'm louder and more opinionated when I'm at home, often screaming on the slightest provocation--sometimes, without any provocation at all. And with my friends, I'm quieter and shyer; and I'm not just talking about my behaviour, either. Even my voice gets quieter and harder to hear. I find that I have to repeat myself when I'm talking to my friends, and fight for their attention just to be heard.



Ah. Well. That's life, I suppose.









#3: Music



I absolutely love music. Or, rather, I should say that I absolutely love songs. When I listen to music, I tend to focus more on the lyrics than the instruments being played. I'm too impatient to endure classical music, I think. I mean, a song without words. I'm sorry, but it seems pointless to me. I think it's just because I really, really like words. Like, a lot.



I especially love songs that tell some sort of story. I like to imagine the stories or characters behind the songs, or what would inspire a person to write them. A great song, in my opinion, is one that exercises your imagination; takes it for a walk, so to speak.









#4: Imagination



I-magi-naaa-tion. One of God's greatest gifts to mankind. Before the wheel, or the telephone, or the TV, or the personal computer, or the Internet were invented, they were just ideas in some guy's head. Crazy ideas. Impossible ideas. Imaginative ideas! I really like my imagination. I believe it's my favourite possession.



I have this friend, who shall remain nameless. My nameless friend was born, unfortunately, with a serious deficiency in Imagination. The One Who Shall Not Be Named has no creative talent whatsoever, or, at least, very little of it. Can you believe, dear reader, that The Nameless One actually chose to write factual essays for every exam? Yes, every exam. When I say 'factual essays', I mean the boring, dull, monotonous, hum-drum essays on [gasp!] serious issues, like global warming, or acid rain, or gangsterism, or vandalism, and what we can do to prevent these catastrophes from happening.



Needless to say, I never write factual essays if I can help it. And even if I write about a serious issue, I manage to inject some sort of storyline into it. Despite what you may think, dear reader, it is possible to write essays which are both factual as well as fictional.









#5: Words



Of course. You, no doubt, saw this one coming from a mile away, my ever observant reader. I'll just say this once again, for the record: I love words! The written word: Man's greatest invention!



I even dream about words sometimes, especially after a day of fitful reading. As I begin to drift off to sleep, fragments of sentences and nonsense-words float through my head. It's almost like I'm reading a book written by an architect of the Tower of Babel.



But, there is a downside to my fascination with words. I feel compelled to correct spelling and grammatical errors, all the time, everywhere I see them. I take misspelt words as a personal insult, and either rectify it immediately or, if I can't do anything to fix it, moan and gripe about it all day.









#6: Penguin Popular Classics



My favourite 'brand' of books. Yes, my dear reader, books have brands as well. Not only are they cheap, absolutely free of typos (unlike a certain other company claiming to sell high-quality classic books...), they are, most recently, extremely green! Green, as in environentally friendly. Apparently they're now made completely from recycled materials! Oh, and the cover is green in colour.



The only problem with buying books published by the Penguin Group, of course, is that they're all classic. Think Dickens and Austen and Kipling and the Bronte sisters. Classic. Not a modern book to be had. Though, on the other hand, considering what trash passes for novels these days, it might be better to just stick to good ol' Penguin.









Alrighty then. I'm fresh out of ideas. Another time, another post, dear reader. Til then, I remain...









Yours,



Figgy the [Almost] Humble Blogger