When I was in my college years, I interviewed for this summer job selling knock off perfumes. In the interview the question was asked on a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate yourself? Without hesitation I said, an 8. The follow up question, of course, was why? My simple answer was because I’m nice. To this day that answer is still true. I’m just a nice person at the core. Of course I have my moments like everybody else, but it’s who I am. I’m caring, giving and nice.

I’m a little bit of an introvert, unless fueled by alcohol. I don’t make friends easily. My MS has made it even more difficult because I do tend to stay where I’m most comfortable, which is home. Not many people you can meet here. When I first meet people I’m usually slightly guarded. It’s not even something I consciously do, it just happens. It’s more of a fear mechanism. A fear that I won’t be liked. Once people get to know me and I come out of my shell, besides being nice, I’m actually kind of funny. Something my blog can never show. Humor is very difficult to write with. Especially since a lot of my humor is sarcastic. You have to know me to read the sarcasm in my words. I love making people laugh.

Normally I’m the person that does the right thing, apologizes when I do the wrong thing or gives advice to people to try to do the right thing. I’m usually a good girl, sweet and understanding. I am far from perfect, but that nice girl way back when selling those ridiculous perfumes is still the core of who I am.