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Do you ever wonder what that weird thing is that everyone remembers about you after they’ve met you? I was thinking in the car on the way home yesterday, again about my girls that I did summer missions with. Man, did we have our quirks.
#1 really liked goats and was an insomniac.
#2 loved her a capella group and was doing vocal percussion all the time.
#4 was allergic to metal and couldn’t drink dark-colored sodas.
(I am #3.) Yes, we were a strange group, but we loved each other intensely–and still do, I think! I love them, at least. And we created our very own weird things together.
But I was sitting there thinking yesterday…what is the weird thing about me? The fact that I hate getting out of bed in the morning and was known to growl at people? My imagined relationship that summer? My shared hatred of capri pants (which I have forgone since then…)?
I really want to know. Unless it’s bad and the secret is that everyone hated me.