I get the heebie jeebies every time someone asks me to describe myself in a few sentences. What information do they want, and wouldn’t it be better to just share a cup of coffee? I mean, come over and I’ll bake you banana bread and tell you what I’m reading and what I’m painting and how my sister is my best friend. But ask me to name five interesting facts and I freeze up—perhaps because the inquiry seems insincere.
1. BBQ is my all-time favorite food
2. I write short stories while blasting rap music
3. Comedy clubs are my go-to spot on a Saturday night
4. I walk the lakes every.single.day at noon o’clock
5. My husband and my brother have the same sense of humor
Did you just learn anything honest or useful about me? You still don’t know what makes me giggle or why I blush or what makes me angry – and aren’t those the things that matter?
I always want to ask people what they wish for when they blow out the candles on a birthday cake. But would anyone give me an honest answer? Surely it’s more revealing to spend an hour or two in conversation, right?
I suppose the only thing worse than being asked to describe yourself is being told to ‘select the box’ you identify with – you know what I mean, right? Those pesky little boxes that characterize profiling sites like Match.com and Linkedin.
- Speak a foreign language
- Went to college
- In a relationship
- Owns a pet
- Is talkative
I guess my problem with these box surveys is twofold: 1) the answers are rarely all-encompassing (I kind of speak Spanish and I’m currently in college and I don’t know if he’s my boyfriend-or-not and my dog just ran away and I’m only talkative around friends), and 2 ) they try to easily define people, when, in fact, we’re filled with nuances and dualities and so many more important things than we could tell you with a checkmark inside a box.