I got the number today. As you’ll see above, it’s number Nine!
It’s a number you get when you like someone’s random facts status on Facebook. It’s actually my second. The first one I pretended not to see.
So I thought, okay, whatever. I’ll write my random facts as a blog post and share it on Facebook and be done with it. Lucky you guys. 🙂
1. I’m shy. Most people do not believe that, but it is true. I force myself to be outgoing and I can be pretty good at it.
2. I have a terrible fear of crowds. Malls at holiday time are an absolute nightmare for me. This actually has a name – Enochlophobia.
3. I was very afraid that I was schizophrenic when I was younger. I heard voices, had thoughts that were not my own. I expected my mother to totally freak out when I told her, but it was the opposite reaction. She asked me if what I heard turned out to be true or to happen, and yes was the answer. She told me her grandmother had the same gift and that people would line up for readings from her. She asked my dad to take me to the store for Tarot cards, and I’ve been reading ever since.
4. I have terrible memory issues, and it scares me.
5. There’s not much that a pizza burger can’t make better for me!
6. I am alive now because of the kindness of strangers and of friends. I have had people bring me to the doctor when I needed to go and couldn’t. People have brought food to me when I had nothing. They’ve given me shelter and love when I had none of either.
7. I always wished I was someone else while I was growing up.
8. I really never thought I’d have a child, and if I did, I’d have a horrendous time getting pregnant. I have the most amazing kiddo now, and I was incredibly lucky to have no infertility issues, even at the age of 40 when I had her. My heart goes out to anyone who has experienced infertility. I count my blessings every day.
9. When I was a teenager, I was extremely depressed. The only relief I got from that was working at a local radio station, meeting celebrities who seemed to actually like me, and going to shows. After meeting Iggy Pop (yes, it was a HUGE HIGH POINT in my life) I was invited to go backstage after his show in NYC in the 80s. There were so many famous faces in that party room – among them were Joey Ramone, Matt Dillon, and one of the members of The Police. I was happy, excited and overwhelmed. But I stayed in the corner, quiet. I went to get a soda and that’s when the humanoid from The Police loudly informed me that I was ugly, that I didn’t belong there, and who the fuck did I think I was. In that moment, everything went pitch black. There were silent tears, and as I tried to leave, I was stopped, I was told “oh no. You’re not going to take that” and then watched as the crowd turned on that cruel and awful man. He left, I stayed. I would have ended my life that night – I’m 100% sure. It was such an amazingly brutal verbal attack that I’ve never forgotten it. But because a couple of famous and talented and everyday regular people decided to get involved and to protect me, I was able to hold my head up again and “carry on”. December 9, 1982 was the day this went down. I know that if I had left that night, my 16-year-old self would have drowned in humiliation, loneliness and the awful verification of all the things I had thought of myself. I would not have made it. I am still grateful all these years later.
And that’s all I got for you. Your turn? I’ll give you the number 5. 🙂
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