My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.
On a lighter note...........25 random things. It's all over facebook and the blogs. I have been tagged on facebook too many times. I have refused to play. If I need to sit down and write 25 things about myself, I would be bored with me very quickly. Do you really care that I don't like mayonnaise on sandwiches? I don't care all that much, unless I have to eat it.
Now this thing has made the national news and the newspapers. Really.
I don't eat mushrooms. I don't like buttered bread or anything made with creamed soup. I don't like potluck dinners because all bread is invariably buttered and most things are made with creamed soup.
Without prompting, I reveal more about myself and my life than most people care to know. But I bristle at the prompting. I've done 7 random things, but 25 is too much. So, I'll reveal my unruly youth, my political ranting, my horse addiction and my hatred of housework as the spirit moves me. But I will not reveal 25 random things about me on command. I'd rather do 1000 over my own time. I have many more food issues.