Most Helpful Girl
I was a fucking annoying kid. I remember being 8 or 9 years old and hearing someone mention that some food was "good for you", and I was ALREADY like "What does 'good for you' even mean? Good for WHO? Little girls? Big boys? What are they doing?"
I've always had... very little tolerance for vagueness. I like words that *mean* stuff.
You can see how that ^^ has helped me with my work -- and with my own pursuits (fitness competitions etc) -- but, honestly, I have to rein it in at parties, social gatherings, etc.
I have a few girlfriends who are sort of into that New Age-y type stuff, and "energy", and horoscopes, and OMG sometimes I have to bite my tongue so hard it almost bleeds. Eh. #nerdproblems
But, yeah. "Precise" describes a lot of things I do, for no good reason other than the sheer enjoyment of having that kind of control.
When I talk, I'm VERY articulate. I choose words very carefully, and *throw* them at people with absolutely flawless, crisp enunciation. (I like to do this even more on days when I'm wearing something like metallic blue lipstick... just to delight in people's reactions.)
I'm ruthlessly exact about my clothes. I'll have blouses re-tailored if they're off in the waist by 1 inch; I sometimes spend more time scrunching up the legs of a pair of leather capris to the *perfect* spot below my knees than I do on the entire rest of "getting ready".
I also NEVER allow myself to carry more than 4 pennies, or 4 single dollar bills, in my purse. If I pay cash for something that costs $7.83, for instance, I'll give the cashier $12.08 (if I don't have a 5-dollar bill), just to get rid of the pennies and the singles.
(We should just be like Canada and get rid of pennies altogether, but, that's another issue.)
It goes without saying that I'm precise AF about my diet and training.
All that said... when I'm in bed (or wherever we're fucking) with my husband... all that type-A attitude goes right out the window, I don't "analyze" ANYTHING, and I just let myself be *overwhelmed*.4