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In which I do some much-needed debunking.

Some things I should probably stop saying when I describe myself because they're not really true anymore:

I'm kind of shy: This was definitely true when I was about 7. It was probably still true when I was about 13. And it was true in some situations up until I was about 20. But to be honest, people don't scare me anymore. I thrive on conversation, love meeting new people, and am not afraid to boldly state my opinion, even when talking to strangers. Sometimes people intimidate me, sometimes I don't feel like talking, but I think my former labels of "quiet," "shy," or "introverted" can be permanently left by the wayside.

I'm a picky eater: Yes, as a child I refused to eat stroganoff, fruit salad, zucchini, canteloupe, or fresh green beans. Yes, I used to hide food under the margin of my plate or pretend to throw up to get out of eating stuff I didn't like. However, I'll eat pretty much anything at this point in my life. Especially if it's free.

I'm afraid of ducks: Geese, yes. Peacocks and turkeys, yes.  But I got over my duck phobia at least two years ago. Thank you, Brenton. 

I am a huge proponent of non-committal cuddling: This is more of a shift than a reversal. I still don't think cuddling seals any deals, and I reserve the right to change my mind about someone after cuddling with them, but I no longer believe in cuddling willy-nilly with every boy that will let me. That was Freshman Karissa, or more specifically, Aspen Grove Karissa.  I still enjoy cuddling, and wish that it could be a daily occurrence in my life. But there's something about being held by someone who really cares about you that makes you not want to share that experience with someone who really doesn't.

I hate chick flicks: Not true. There are many chick flicks I despise, such as "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days," "P.S. I Love You", "Sleepless in Seattle," or anything based on a Nicholas Sparks novel.  But I don't feel right declaring hatred for the genre that brought me "While You Were Sleeping," "She's the Man," "Only You," and "Clueless."


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