Being Real (a guest post by Neeley)

Maya's Note: This is a guest post by a girl who can truly write. Visit her newer blog here and please follow. She is an amazing girl and responded eagarly when I asked her to post.

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"things that say a lot about people:

the way which they treat the waiter/waitress

how they feel about the weather

whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books

fingernails

and hands in general

their preferred creative outlet

how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone

whether or not they drink coffee

if they ever forget to eat

how honest they are with themselves (and others)

if they correct your grammar

and whether or not they get nervous before haircuts (via here)"

So, In order that you might tell a little about me and the things that tell a lot about me, here I shall tell.

I treat the waiter how they seem to want to be treated. If they talk much, so will I. If they seem like they don't want to me there, I won't push it. Honestly I'm never too social or talkative with one. because I'm usually interested in the person with me. But I always try to be polite, because I feel sorry for someone like that.

I love the weather, whether rainy or sunny. As much as it can ruin plans, there's always a time to rejoice in whatever the skies drop upon us. Where I live, it never snows so I love when that happens sometimes. That's how I feel about the weather.

I don't highlight or dog ear. I underline with pencils in school books, underline in different colored pens in my bible, and for other books I just wear them out and tear them to pieces with love.

Fingernails bring me distress. To start, I hate having my fingernails painted. I love having my toes painted but my fingers get all chipped and ruined so quick. And it annoys me to have them painted because I look at them constantely and see the mistakes. Plus, it's impossible to paint my left hand.

Hands are interesting things. I enjoy mine free of jewely, minue my promise ring. I like them covered in lotion. Personally, the greaest use of hands is holding someone elses, but that day for me has not come yet and won't for years.

My perfered creative outlet would be writing. Art is too messy for me. Or maybe I'm too messy to make good art. Writing is art. Writing is feelings. Writing is stories. It's thoughts captured on paper and written with joy.

I will be honest. I have a case of Telephobia. I hate talking on the phone. It's the worst thing in the entire world. When I do, it freaks me out and try to stay calm but it's impossible. I really don't feel comfortable doing it. Text me instead, please or talk to me face-to-face.

I drink coffee and ltos of it. When I went to Poland this summer I started. One, because european coffee i good and I spent half the trip in coffee shops. Two, Because I was running on little energy because I knew I could sleep at home.

I never forget to eat, unless I am sleeping or on vacation.

I try to be, but the half the time I fail at being honest with myself. But there are times where I have to drill in my mind the truth. Being a Christian, I think it's easier to know the truth because anything bad has so much hope. I try to be honest with others and I truly am 99.9 of the time.

I'll correct your grammar if it's one of my grammar pet peeves. And being the writing geek I am, yes I have grammar pet peeves.

I don't get nervous before haircuts. Mainly because my Mom has cut my hair over the past few years just to keep it healthly. You don't even nodice it. Recently I got 5 inches cut off and I felt a tad bit nervous afterword because I was like "what if people hate this?" But no one really nodiced ( my hairs wavy so it's hard to tell) and the few who did loved it.

I guess that was a crazy guest post, just writing about me. But it's what came to mind.
If you've read my blog, I guess you've learned some more.
if not, it's nice to meet you.

I"m Neeley. Check more out at Run Free.