Fabioisonfire
total a-hole
This is going to sound way *censored.3.0*ing weird and not make any sense to a lot of you, so first, go here for a definition of what I found out is up with me.
Anyway, when I think of a day of the week, or a month of the year, I personify it. For example, to me, April is a loud, obnoxious (but secretly unsure of herself) girl. Most of the months are girls. Wednesday is a kind of dull thing. It's so hard for me to describe. Monday is a girl too. Like it says in the article, August is like a tomboy to me. It's not that I picture a tomboy, it just feels like that to me.
I just asked my mother one day if she ever personified the months, and she thought I was crazy. Kind of unimportant, but weird, I guess.
Oh, the rest of the story; asked my dad (a doctor), took some tests, and bam.
Anyway, when I think of a day of the week, or a month of the year, I personify it. For example, to me, April is a loud, obnoxious (but secretly unsure of herself) girl. Most of the months are girls. Wednesday is a kind of dull thing. It's so hard for me to describe. Monday is a girl too. Like it says in the article, August is like a tomboy to me. It's not that I picture a tomboy, it just feels like that to me.
I just asked my mother one day if she ever personified the months, and she thought I was crazy. Kind of unimportant, but weird, I guess.
Oh, the rest of the story; asked my dad (a doctor), took some tests, and bam.