A few months ago, someone said something to me that bothered me- at first. She said, "Man, Kandice... you have an opinion on EVERYTHING, don't you?" hmm... she made it sound like a bad thing, and it got me thinking. Do I really? The conclusion that I've come to is YES, I pretty much have an opinion on everything. Not that those ideas aren't open to change, but there's always a starting point. I've always been like that. I think it's because I have such an analytical-minded brain {my GMAT score on the analytical portion was through the roof... and I did terrible on the rest, but that's neither here nor there}.
I've come to realize that I analyze everything because I'm a trouble-shooter. I try to spot problems BEFORE they happen so that I can minimize the damage or keep them from happening at all. It works well with my job because there are so many little things that could go wrong and keep us from being efficient, and I really try to stay on top of it. With relationships, it's kind of a downer because I'm always looking for the flaws that could be fatal to the relationship. Sometimes that comes across as a little negative, but I don't think I'm a negative person. I'm realistic. Most of the time.
The rest of the time it's just my crazy imagination fabricating the most ridiculous senarios. Yes, I know it's weird, but it's how my mind works. I don't have the same reactions as most other people, to even the simplest things.
EXHIBIT A
The last time my brother cut his hair for Locks of Love, I thought, What a great cause. I should really do that! Let's go for it. Chop it off! Ok, that's not what I thought. But I should have. Any normal person would have thought that...
THIS is how I reacted: What a great cause, but I could never do that. What if the kid who got a wig with my hair commits a horrendous crime and my DNA is at the scene?
EXHIBIT B
A friend of mine got a motorcycle and he asked if I wanted a ride. A normal personal thinks, Sure! Cool. I'd love to feel the wind whipping through my hair as we cruise the highway!
I, on the other hand, think, Ew, no thanks. My bare leg scraping against the asphalt as we tip over and skid along the highway until we run into a Mack truck? I'll pass.
EXHIBIT C
I'm at a Mavericks game with a friend and one section of the crowd starts making lots of noise. There's commotion and yelling and people standing up for no apparent reason.
A normal person: We're at a game, of course everyone is cheering for the team!
Me: Someone's been stabbed! Quick! Head for the exit!
{as it turns out, the Mavs dancers were amongst the crowd trying to get them all riled up. Well, it worked. Worked me right into a panic.}
So there you go. My thought process might not be so normal, but I like to think that it gives me a "creative advantage". :) Either that, or I'm just crazy.