The things in my head go 'round and 'round

I got tagged by a friend to do this exercise where you talk about 7 things that people don’t know about you.

That is easy. At least for me. You guys don’t really know diddly squat about me.

Until now.

I could easily become one of those people who never leave their homes.
My job has me dealing face to face with people every day. I listen to their gripes, and I massage their egos. I manipulate people to get the work that I need to be accomplished done. And when I get home I would just rather not have to talk any longer. Cause there is a little bit of slime on me that just doesn’t seem to come off.

I have a better realtionship with my Father today than I did when he was alive.
My Dad died in November of 1996. Growing up, I didn’t have what I would have categorized as a great relationship with him. I know that my parents loved me. I loved them. But I know that I disappointed my Dad numerous times. And he just wasn’t that communicative to discuss it with me. Now that he is gone, I talk to him every day. I ask him for advice, and when I look in the mirror in the morning he is there looking back at me.

If I could make a living at it I would be playing music.
Music is how I dealt with growing up. Music is how I helped put myself through college. I would gladly drop what I am doing right now to play again.

Don’t ever make the mistake of talking about my intellect.
For some reason, just because I am a large person, some people think that I am not intelligent. I carry a 140 IQ. Much higher than the average population. Don’t talk down to me, and don’t mistake what you see with what I am.

I have the attention span of a gnat.
I don’t know if it is ADD, or what, but I am easily bored.

That is not 7, but that is all that I got for now.

Namaste.