Can you imagine me NOT being the centre of attention?

This blog was inspired by a person I've never met, but enjoy talking to over Facebook. Thanks Kim!

Once upon a time, a loooong time ago, I was very shy. Take from this what you will, but I was! I swear it! From elementary all the way to high school, I tried very very hard to blend in with my surroundings, I didn't want to be noticed. I would never try to make a joke to make a group of people laugh, and if I found more than one person at a time paying attention to me? Oh man, I almost died. There was no me back them... I was a wallflower.

But now? I LOVE being the centre of attention. I enjoy making others laugh, I like telling stories and sometimes extrovert doesn't describe me. There are times in life when you take a leap and hope for the best, my time? When I attended SAIT from 1998 - 2000. :) I sort of figured, hey, nobody knows me here, why not? So that's when my new attitude and personality was formed.

I tried a few different combos of personality traits, some worked, so definitely didn't. In the end, I ended up being who I am now. Nothing short of a miracle really. I'm sure my parents figured I was going to stay a chameleon my whole life... not the whole eating bugs thing... but the blending thing, trying to hide, stay out of sight... hehehe... eating bugs... :D

Being that I was so shy before, I tend to be a little more sensitive to those who ARE wallflowers, that want to stay out of the lime light. I know what it's like to be there. I know what it's like to NOT want the attention. I try very hard to speak softly and not scare them away. hehehe...

No, I'm joking. I guess that the reason I wrote this blog was after reading Kim's I realized that some people honestly don't know what it's like to be like that. They've been outgoing their whole lives, and never had the chance to live what I did. I made a choice to change who I was, why? I honestly think I was tired of hiding.

I really wanted to be noticed. I wanted to be that one that people felt comfortable talking to no matter who they are, what they do, or what THEIR personality is like. And I can say I think I am that person. I think I can walk into any room and speak to anybody, no matter what. A lot is upbringing, my parents teaching me to be respectful of... well.. everyone; but I think it's also who I was and who I am now.

Yea. It's sort of a pointless blog, but are all blogs? I mean really? Do you REALLY care about my weightloss journey? Do you REALLY care that I was sad that my first dayhome boy left? And do you REALLY care about my personality journey in the past thirty years? Yes? Oh, well, my bad. I thought I was the only one that read blogs out of bordem and morbid curiosity... :) And no, I can't stop joking, it's also part of me.

Good-night everyone, no drinking or drugs... this is just a small window into my thought process when Sylvain ditches me to go downstairs to play games and I'm left with myself to think about things a little too much.

Love me or hate me, this is who I be.

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