A good brain dump is good for the soul. A confessional brain dump is like chicken soup for the soul.
I must confess that I cried quite a few times while watching Frozen.
I must confess that I own an iron but I’m not 100% sure where it is and in the 8 years since I was given it I haven’t used it once.
I must confess that I don’t like needles. I can’t see the needle before I get my injection or blood test. I don’t faint but I have myself convinced that it hurts more if I can see the needle.
I mus confess that I don’t like coffee but I love the smell of it brewing. I have tried to like coffee but I just can’t do it. I can’t even drink mocha.
I must confess that I still have my Christmas tree up. It’s staring at me from next to the television but I just couldn’t be arsed to pack it all away. I am seriously considering just throwing a blanket over it.
I must confess I have an abnormality in the front right temporal lobe of my brain that has the potential to cause seizures. I have never had a seizure but the first GP that my parents took me to wondered if my self harming behaviour was a result of a seizure.
I must confess that I really don’t understand the point of those restaurants you go to where you cook your own meat. Why go to all the trouble of going out to dinner if you have to cook it yourself? I’d rather stay at home where I can eat my steak in my underwear.
I must confess that I when I was 8 I had a very short pixie cut. It was a compromise with my initial hairstyle desire which was to have a buzz cut like my dad. I had hair half way down my back and the hair dresser refused to do it.
I must confess when I used to swim competitively I would always get disqualified doing breaststroke because one of my feet turns in when I kick. Breaststroke is also not the easy stroke that it looks.
I must confess that I’ve never been able to walk properly in heels but I love them. I don’t like feeling that the ground isn’t flat underneath me so I don’t wear heels a lot. Even wedges worry me. I am fine if I am just going shopping in them though!
Linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I must confess.