It was pointed out to me that my recent article on the 25 Things I Didn't Need to Know About You may have been seen by some people as insensitive. It certainly wasn't my intention to make fun of anyone, either for specific facts of their lives or for the very act of taking part in this social media chain-letter phenomenon, so if anyone I mentioned or tagged in that note is at all upset, I would like to extend my apologies. We're friends, and obviously friends do share things about their lives. In that spirit, I humbly present my list of 25 Things You Don't Need to Know About Me. Enjoy.
I get most of my news from MSNBC.com, not because I trust that they are the least biased, but because I like their site design best.
Although I'm a rabid coffee drinker today, I didn't drink more than a cup or two per week prior to 2005.
I didn't have my first kiss until I was 27. It was so good that I married her.
I used to be ambivalent to OSU football, but after three years of working and living within two miles of the campus I'm beginning to lean toward hating it.
Boxer briefs.
I worked as a Columbus Dispatch paperboy for six years. To this day, I have nightmares where I'm back on the route and I can't remember which house gets a paper.
I ran track for three years during middle and high school. Mostly sprints, if you can believe that.
I am a digital packrat; I have every email I have received since 2004 and every instant messenger conversation dating back to 2002.
I can build a computer from individual components, troubleshoot network issues, and build a fully functional e-commerce web site, but I will never understand how to work the fax or the copier.
Mary Ann.
When I was six, my cousin taught me how to flip people off. I was skeptical, so I taught my sister to do it instead. Predictably, she flipped off my dad and we were both in big trouble.
Although no official restraining order has been issued, it has been made clear to me that I am no longer welcome at my alma mater.
I could eat omelets for breakfast every morning for the rest of my life.
I pretended not to like broccoli for the majority of my life, and only recently revealed to my parents that I'm actually quite fond of it.
Pepsi.
Despite what you say, cucumbers *do* have taste, and that taste is horrible.
While spending a week in Italy with friends, I drove our car down a small staircase and, in a separate incident, nearly burned out the "reverse" gear and brakes getting us out of a steep pedestrian-only alley I had driven us into. At the end of the week, I was still unanimously declared to be the best driver on the trip.
I have never seen any movie in the Rocky, Rambo, or Alien franchises.
I am right handed in everything except hockey.
Crunchy peanut butter.
I think the Beatles are overrated, but I'm not really very passionate about arguing the point. I just don't see it, is all.
The majority of the friends I still keep in touch with from college are the ones I didn't really hang out with until my last semester.
When I was in the tenth grade, I was convinced by a chapel speaker that rock and roll was the devil's music and I subsequently smashed all of my rock CDs -- except for Pearl Jam's "Ten." To this day, I'm very proud of the one album I decided to save.
I once went six years without a dental checkup, yet still to this day have never had a cavity.
I have seasonal affective disorder. Winter hates me.
Once again, my apologies if anyone was offended by my previous post. Friendship means sharing, and I appreciate my friends sharing bits of their lives in anyway they can, even if it's through a chain-letter Facebook list. I'm not going to 'tag' anyone new in the list, but if someone else has tagged you from their list and you haven't completed the assignment, now is the time. It's not as bad as you'd think.