I am currently reading this book called Snoop: What Your Stuff Says About You. The book talks about how your posessions, and the way they are organized in your life says a lot about your personality. While reading this one night in bed, I stopped to imagine all of my belongings, and what people might assume from my “stuff.”
In my bedroom, I have three X-Files posters on my wall, and every single season of The X-Files on my book shelf. Next to them, I have every Harry Potter DVD, and on my floor I have a 2009 Harry Potter calendar (because I haven’t hung it up yet, because I’m lazy). Clearly, I am a big fan of fantasy and science fiction. Clearly, I am a big dork. I also have a mixture of lots of counseling books, and then other random books on my shelf ranging from Chick Lit, to books on having cancer, to Jodi Picoult and Wally Lamb.
I have my diploma and cap and tassle hung up on my wall. Perhaps this says that I’m proud of my education from college, and I want to show them off? I’m not sure if I really feel like that. I could easily put them away to make room for a Twilight poster.
Then, while laying in bed still, I imagined my iTunes on my laptop. I slowly imagined my playlists. Not only do the actual playlists mean something, but the title of the playlists is even more telling into my personality. I don’t have many of them, but here they are: Barrel Fever, Christmas, Destare, Exercise Fast, iPod Shuffle - exercise, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Sedaris, and Soft Mix.
Barrel Fever, Me Talk Pretty One Day, and Sedaris are all various David Sedaris audio books. I keep audio books on my iTunes, and then when I finish the book, the playlist and files get deleted. I listen to them as I walk to the gym (which I have successfully done every day this week!!)*
Destare was a list of songs that we would play at Destare. Lance had me get a lot of “popular” songs that we would play when we didn’t have a DJ. I would put my phone on airplane mode, and we hooked it up to the sound system.
The most interesting is the Christmas. Even more so, my Top 25 Most Played Songs, 5 of them are Christmas songs (they are the last 5). Someone snooping around on my computer might think “Wow, she is really into Christmas music. I wonder if that means that she’s very family oriented or very religious?”
The rest are all mixes that I made to exercise to. One of them is specifically for my iPod shuffle (because that is how it’s synched). Oh, except “Soft Mix” is just a mix of softer sounding songs, like Imogen Heap and Enigma.
I’m sure there is a lot of other stuff about my room that would be very telling - knitting needles that clearly haven’t been touched in months, lots of purses hanging around the room, a computer set up in my room that has everything BUT the tower (monitor, keyboard, speakers, and mouse are intact - the tower is missing!). I also have my strange little “pile” of all my medicine bottles. I started collecting all of my bottles of prescription pills, and even though most are empty, I am saving them. What does that mean?
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* More on walking to the gym. Even though it has been very chilly, I’ve kept up with it. Usually I was able to go with a hooded sweatshirt and a down vest, but lately I’ve had to wear my full on winter jacket, gloves, and hood. It’s not awful, but luckily it isn’t raining. I’m not sure if I could walk in the freezing cold and rain. That might be too miserable. But it’s been great for me to add on steps (it is .6 miles each way), which I’d been having trouble with. I think there hasn’t been a day when I was under 10,000. The day of Larry’s party, I was over 15,000! Tonight I’m worried, cause the gym didn’t open until 1, so I am planning on going at 4 (after lunch is digested), but then I’ll be walking back in the almost dark.
I am looking forward to doing lots more walking once it gets warmer out. We have a local deli and butcher a mile and a half from our house? I figure I could jog there, get meat, and walk back. But, will the meat last if it takes me 30 minutes to walk home?
Oh, and here’s a quick vent. Since I’m going to the gym so late, I wanted to eat dinner around 6pm (I also ate a late lunch at 2:30). My dad asked, “Why do we have to eat at 6?” and my mom said “Because Robin has to go to the F-ing gym!” (but she actually swore). I just kind of rolled my eyes, and didn’t say anything. But here are my thoughts: Yes, I go to the gym. And I enjoy it. It usually doesn’t get in the way of anything else others do, except sometimes I request dinner at a certain time. Never anything too late, and I don’t think it has ever been later than 6pm. I don’t think that a 6pm dinner is inconvenient (unless they have something planned for 6:30). I don’t think that, because my mom doesn’t feel the need to exercise, that she should treat me and my gym going with such hostility. She enjoys reading books, but it wouldn’t be very nice to me to say “Because Mom has to read her F-ing book!!”
