I was thinking about myself today. Well, I think about myself pretty much all the time. I think I have a weird personality. I've always embraced my weirdness, but there's something...strange about me, I think.
Honestly, from all my thoughts and actions, I know I'm passionate about some things, but I think there are very few things I am balls-to-the-wall passionate about.
Everything else in life is on a pretty even keel. My personality is fairly even-- sure, I get feisty sometimes, and I pop off with the most random, sometimes uncomfortable comments that makes my family blush from embarrassment and brief desire of disownment; however, I feel very in-between things. I don't feel like I really OWN opinions sometimes. In politics, in religion, in school, I am mostly a go-betweener. I understand points of view, and sometimes I whole-heartedly agree/disagree. But mostly, I don't make my life one in which I develop a ton of theories to support a ton of opinions.
I also think my eating habits are strange. I eat healthy--a lot of veggies and fruit, not a whole lot of meat. Then again, I eat like a 5-year old on a sugar high. I love ice cream, candy resembling the likes of straight-up sugar cane, and my obsessive baking skills generally leave me in the kitchen a couple nights a week baking cookies or brownies or a new pie recipe.
But when I have those cravings, watch out. Example: I ate heated cinnamon apple sauce for like 4 days straight. I had meals, too, but they were small. I only wanted warm apple sauce. Example: I bought a bag of Valentine's candy (which I'm still kicking myself for, as an avid hater of Valentine's Day. Hey! I have an opinion! Yessss.) I have eaten a lot of that candy. Waaayyyy too much. Example: My Nature's Own 9-Grain Honey Oat Bread is already gone after a week, and I'm starting on the new bag.
Here's a different example: I just figured the piano chords to Patti Griffin's "Top of the World," which are easy, I know, but I can't play the guitar. So that is all I've been singing. All I've been playing, really.
The point of this is that I'll get on a Coffee-Ice-Cream kick or a peanut-butter-is-boss kick (wait, that's pretty much permanent,) or a Disney movie kick. Usually, these things are cyclical and always come back; I actually appreciate the fact that they are just phases of my year or month or week, even, because if these obsessions were permanent, I would be extremely large with rotten teeth and my roommates would hate me for my constant attention to the keyboard.
But I feel that most of my passions are only momentary. I never feel strongly about anything for an extended period of time, with the exception of writing, movies in general, music in general, William Wordsworth, and peanut butter.