Last week, I shared with you five truths and four lies, and I had you guess which “facts” were true and which were false. (If you haven’t read that post yet, I recommend you do so before continuing with this one.) I thoroughly enjoyed reading your guesses. And now it’s time to provide the promised answers.
1) I’m probably hiding in your closet right now. You got me. This one was a lie. Or was it? *evil laugh* But seriously, how many of you compulsively checked your closets even though you knew I was lying? (Because I totally checked mine.)
2) I don’t suffer from caffeine-withdrawal headaches when I go without coffee. This one is actually true. The only caffeine-related headaches I get, that I’m aware of, are ones from drinking too much caffeine. (Admittedly, I do have frequent headaches—ranging from low-level to migraine—but I haven’t noticed a direct correlation between the times I get headaches and the times I go without coffee.) Every few months or so, I go off coffee for about a week, because it always tastes better after a break, and I don’t experience an uptick in headaches. I don’t know if my periodic breaks have any bearing on my lack of withdrawal issues, or if I physically can’t get addicted to caffeine. *shrugs* I’m still waiting for Marvel to realize this gives me Avenger potential. *sits and waits by the phone*
3) I am ambivalent about Nate Ruess’ singing abilities. This was a dirty, rotten lie, and it hurt me to type it. Here, have a link to a brilliant example of why I love Nate Ruess’ singing. And here, have another one for good measure. I was a little surprised that not many of you have heard of him, but looking back, I should probably have linked to some of his music so you could get an idea of his singing voice (as I am doing now). My bad. I should probably have also specified that he’s the lead singer of Fun., for those of you who don’t know band members by name. (He also has a solo album.)
4) I love Panic! at the Disco. This was a lie. *hangs head* I’ve tried to get into P!ATD multiple times, and it stands to reason that I should love their style because it has a lot of the elements that I normally go for in music, and because I tend to like the kind of musicians (like Nate Ruess) signed by their record label, Fueled By Ramen. But I just don’t, and I’m not exactly sure why. *hides from rabid fans*
5) My favorite numbers are one and eleven. This is true. I have a super secret reason for these being my favorite numbers. Obviously I will never tell you that super secret reason, because then it wouldn’t be super secret anymore (logic, I know). But it’s fun to rub it’s super-secretiveness in your face.
6) I love reading the classics. This is also true. I grew up on the classics, and I’m still in love with them. I haven’t read nearly as many as I would like to, and there are so many I want to reread. SO MUCH READING. *runs around in circles* *has small meltdown*
7) Chickens are my favorite kind of bird. Many of you thought this one was a lie, and I don’t blame you at all. Chickens are not known for their intelligence or beauty, and it appears I strike people as a more majestic-bird-loving type (which is quite a compliment, I think, so thank you), but it is in fact the truth. Normal people lose it around adorable puppies. I lose it around chickens. I just—they’re just— I love chickens.
8) I am deathly afraid of spiders. This was actually a lie. But let me clarify before you peg me as a psychopath/not-very-nice person/public menace. I do not like spiders. I do not keep them as pets and give them names and cry when people kill them. I actually do have a soul. But I am not deathly afraid of them. I don't run away from them or freak out when one crosses my path. When I see spiders, my first instinct is to puke because they are revolting creatures with an unreasonable number of legs, and my next instinct is to kill, kill, kill. Approximately 2.5 seconds after I see a given spider, I have taken care of it and disposed of the body. Killing spiders gives me joy. Some people get high on drugs. I hunt out the dark corners of my room where spiders are likely to be hiding, and then I kill them all. Nothing beats that sort of high. Many try to flee, but none survive my wrath. I am a hitman, a spider serial killer. Spiders fear me. *evil, slightly unbalanced laughter* *brandishes flamethrower*
9) In kindergarten, my fellow classmates frequently got upset with me for reading too quickly. This is actually true, and it’s part of the reason why my mother started homeschooling me in fourth grade. I only attended the last third/fourth (approximately) of kindergarten in America, and that was when the trouble started, and it was the same for first grade (not for second grade because I spent part of that in a missionary school in Africa, where I wasn't given any trouble, and part homeschooled), and third grade. My classmates weren’t all mean, but a lot of them complained that I read too quickly, or that I wrote too much for the writing assignments, or that I answered too many of the questions in class. (Peasants.) My various teachers also complained that I was reading too quickly and making the other kids feel bad. (Poor them.) I got picked on a lot, and I even got a couple hate notes. (Side note: If you're going to send an anonymous hate note to someone you dislike for being smart, you might want to consider that they're smart enough to figure out who wrote the hate note. At least try to disguise your handwriting.) It’s been my experience that kids who try to do well in school don’t get much respect. It’s also been my experience that kids are a lot more cruel and messed-up than their parents are willing to admit. Not that I’m bitter or anything. *attacks school yearbook with aforementioned flamethrower*
And that is all for today, little coffee beans. Last month, I said that I would resume posting twice a week come May, but because I am going to be busy moving to a new apartment in May, and because I still haven’t caught up with blog reading and comment answering yet, I’m going to post only on Wednesdays until June (unless I start feeling like I have a lot of free time on my hands). Sorry. In the meantime, what is your favorite bird? Are you afraid of spiders? What is/are your favorite number(s)?
