Embarrassing Facts About Yourself

Sorry but what’s so bad about that?

I'm afraid of looking down from great heights. I still do it, and have often done high work, but my whole body tingles whenever I look down-even if it's on t. v.,.

You have a case of Acrophobia......

I deliberately look down from high places. The worst time was when I watched that movie about the guy who walked across the world trade center buildings.

I look up randomly at people or objects to keep my neck from being strained when working or looking down.

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I don't part, I just fluff...on the other hand, he================

I walked off a picnic table once and broke my foot. Took 5 yea rs or more before it was discovered it was indeed broken

I love making lists. Not just “to do” or lists of things to buy, but lists of all sorts of things. I make lists of words I like- I just found a list of gorgeous words yesterday. I make lists of names, lists of different categories (like cities, or colors or car makes).

I used to make bible lists.

Favorite books?

I mess up my entire self when i sneeze. Full of blab.

How did you know? Lol. I’m high tech, now. Nowadays I use GoodReads to list all the books I’ve read and their ratings. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t have a “hit” list, though.

I have a list of all the names in the Bible and their meanings. Pointless, I know. But I guess it gives me the illusion of being organized and getting things accomplished.

I want to change my real name to Mordecai... Sounds so strong and powerful but I don't have the "look" to pull it off
LoL

I used to like Ruth and Rachel because of the R’s Rebecca is aight but has too many c’s.

I'm a list person too . Names, authors, states I've been in, books...

I used to smell the pages of the classic Sears Wish Book. They smelled good to me.

Oh yes...this was true of many of us! I can close my eyes and smell the ink , Glue, and toys right now!

I love the smell of avon brochures....that’s why i buy.

I don't know if this would fall under that category of most embarrassing moment or greatest accomplishment, but, although I do fart indeed...
My farts smell like roses.

Ha! Just kidding. Generally, my farts do not smell and, for the most part, are predominantly hushed-up. So, I make great use of such times when, after lunching on chicken sandwiches, their bouquet is reminiscent to that of chicken coop poop on an august evening. When time and opportunity most accommodates me, I direct the mister to the front of the grocery cart in order to unload (in front of the cashier). Then, maintaining composure upon noting that signal of detection and the mister's consternation that I have placed him in such a spot, I carry on shooting him a slight look of disgust at him for his lack of refinement that is typical of males.