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Shi_One81

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What makes you unique? A hobby? Fun fact? Double jointed? Can you do stupid human tricks?


I’ll start:
I like soggy cereal, preferably Frosted Flakes. I’ll make cereal, go take a shower and get ready and then eat my cereal.
 
What makes you unique? A hobby? Fun fact? Double jointed? Can you do stupid human tricks?


I’ll start:
I like soggy cereal, preferably Frosted Flakes. I’ll make cereal, go take a shower and get ready and then eat my cereal.

I hardly ever eat cereal, but prefer soggy. Faves? Frosted Flakes, Honeycomb, Reese's Puffs, Cocoa Krispies, and plain old Corn Flakes with a greenish banana sliced up in them. Not a fan of scratching the roof of my mouth.

I wax my own brows. And ears. And nose.
 
I'm left handed. I'm creative. My creativity began with me drawing at a young age. I began my fascination with taking things apart. I can fix household appliances. I can cut my own hair and have many times. I can massage without being professionally trained. In college, I continued my drawing and picked up painting, but haven't painted since, although I have all my materials and empty canvases. I haven't drawn in many years, although the talent is still there. During many family gatherings, I became the family photographer, capturing precious moments until it became too expensive a hobby, after a few years. I began with a love of words that developed into poetry. You see them on Lit in different spots at times.

I have a creative force within me that manages to surface in different ways. I see the world around me differently, at times. Not just in color, but in shapes. They trigger memories. Memories of familiarity, family and certain harshnesses endured. Over the years, suppressing that what makes me unique doesn't work. That creativity bubbles up to the surface...always.

I try to stay positive even though I deal with depression. I feel empathy...deeply. I have many regrets. I think of myself as awkward because I have trouble with things many take for granted. We all have a story to tell of our lives. I'm trying to open up enough to share a little of mine.

Here on Literotica, who would have thought I'd find friends who actually care about me? I see images of people in words who are kind enough to tolerate who I show and share of myself. I'm trying to change pieces of my core where I deal with problems and issues daily. Things I keep secret and hidden.

Apologies for the long drawn out response. I hope others aren't turned away from posting here by my show of honesty.
 
I'm left handed. I'm creative. My creativity began with me drawing at a young age. I began my fascination with taking things apart. I can fix household appliances. I can cut my own hair and have many times. I can massage without being professionally trained. In college, I continued my drawing and picked up painting, but haven't painted since, although I have all my materials and empty canvases. I haven't drawn in many years, although the talent is still there. During many family gatherings, I became the family photographer, capturing precious moments until it became too expensive a hobby, after a few years. I began with a love of words that developed into poetry. You see them on Lit in different spots at times.

I have a creative force within me that manages to surface in different ways. I see the world around me differently, at times. Not just in color, but in shapes. They trigger memories. Memories of familiarity, family and certain harshnesses endured. Over the years, suppressing that what makes me unique doesn't work. That creativity bubbles up to the surface...always.

I try to stay positive even though I deal with depression. I feel empathy...deeply. I have many regrets. I think of myself as awkward because I have trouble with things many take for granted. We all have a story to tell of our lives. I'm trying to open up enough to share a little of mine.

Here on Literotica, who would have thought I'd find friends who actually care about me? I see images of people in words who are kind enough to tolerate who I show and share of myself. I'm trying to change pieces of my core where I deal with problems and issues daily. Things I keep secret and hidden.

Apologies for the long drawn out response. I hope others aren't turned away from posting here by my show of honesty.

I'll tell ya what I told ya all the years ago. Fuck em. You be you Sweetie :rose::heart::kiss:
 
I honestly can't think of anything that is so "me" that other people don't also possess.

So I'll give you a quirk of mine that makes other people laugh at me or raise their eyebrows. I adore coffee. Can't start my day without it. But I can only drink out of a mug that has a white interior. Yellow in a pinch. But preferably white.
 
I honestly can't think of anything that is so "me" that other people don't also possess.

So I'll give you a quirk of mine that makes other people laugh at me or raise their eyebrows. I adore coffee. Can't start my day without it. But I can only drink out of a mug that has a white interior. Yellow in a pinch. But preferably white.

At the risk of sticking my nose where it don't belong, you have a magic way of taking sensual selfies :rose::rose::rose:
 
I, like many, don't have anything that makes me stand out from others. I will say I have a very sarcastic wit. I have faith in humanity and forgive usually pretty easily. I think the thing that sets me apart as it's been revealed to me on here especially, is that I won't just drop my cyber panties for anyone. I won't engage in sexual banter or dirty talk with you just because you've bestowed compliments or sent me a few messages. I like a connection and only feel comfortable in those types of situations with someone I trust and have gotten to know.
 
I honestly can't think of anything that is so "me" that other people don't also possess.

So I'll give you a quirk of mine that makes other people laugh at me or raise their eyebrows. I adore coffee. Can't start my day without it. But I can only drink out of a mug that has a white interior. Yellow in a pinch. But preferably white.

This made me think of my cousin who would not go to the bathroom on anything but a white toilet seat. If they were in public and they came across a black toilet seat she would not go.
 
I’m obviously getting tired. Quoting myself instead of editing my post. LOL
 
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I am a coffee loving, crocheting, flip flop wearing smart ass who has a big heart for those I care about
 
OK, serious answer: I can remember obscure facts from decades ago, though not always where I just parked my car
 
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