Ensight – Jeremy Wright

Aaron, you truly freaking suck

Seriously. I thought I almost outran this little meme. Like a dozen people I know missed me. Which made me oh so grateful. In secret I kinda wanted to be tagged (in that “oh, the murderer left his fingerprint as a 10′ x 10′ 3D representation in the middle of the room and wants to get caught” kind of way). Not really. But kinda. Only because I don’t really have many secrets. I mean, I talk too much so I tell offhanded things to different people. So unless you hang around me (a lot) most secrets I say are probably secrets.

By the same token, even if you only hang around me a little bit you’ll probably know at least 1 of these. Mad props to anyone who actually knew all 5

Oh, and before I do, the rules state that the 5 people I tag at the end of this need to tag 5 others.

My 5 Secrets

1. I used to be a youth pastor.
2. I was in the army. As a summer job. I’m now blacklisted.
3. I’m an introvert. In fact, I’m so completely introverted that sometimes before speaking I need to do jumping jacks and slap myself around (in the face) to get ready. Sure I still enjoy people and sometimes crowds, but I often need to “recharge”.
4. I have the weirdest sense of humor. Maybe not a secret. But some people honestly think I’m either an idiot or mentally retarded. Someone I met for the first time a week ago honestly thinks I’m a freak because I was all introverted at this party except when I was making weird, off-the-wall statements. Btw, how would you charade Robert Downey Jr.?
5. I have secret career aspirations. They include being a taxi driver, waiter, bouncer, pizza delivery guy and a weather girl.

Some bonus secrets that I’m also stealing from others?

Like Aaron, I tend to attract gay men. Except it’s in San Francisco for me. On the positive, flip-side, I don’t attract San Francisco women. At all.

Like Brian, I played high school sports. Mine was volleyball. My problem was that my school (Ecole Secondaire Le Caron) rocked the province in volleyball (most years taking home more than half the first-places). So I was relegated to intramural sports. Which were often more competitive anyways. I was knocked my gym teacher unconscious with a spike.

Like Robert, I’ve struggled with nose picking my entire life. I’m seeking psychiatric help on this.

Who’M I Tagging?

Good question. The only reason I really participate in these things (besides shamefully revealing parts of myself and showing off my social ineptitudes) is to say howdy to folk I haven’t talked to in awhile.

So, I’m tagging… Rob from BusinessPundit (yeah, you joined a competing blog network, but I won’t hold that against you), Shel Israel (it has been too long since we’ve talked… I’m coming to the valley in Jan, can we do supper?), Ingrid Diaz (okay, we’ve talked lately, but we don’t talk ENOUGH!), Dan Wilt (sorry I’m gone buddy…. and, yes, Jeff, if you had a blog I’d tag you too because it’s also been too long! … btw Jeff, F.E.A.R. isn’t the same without you …) and finally… I’m tagging me (yep, you heard that right. We need to spend some real quality time together without distractions mate, so get some work done and let’s go for a walk tonight!).

Huzzah! (I’ve taught Evan to say this…There’s nothing cuter than a 3-year-old yelling “Huzzah!” with a fist held high in the air! Haha!)