Marv's Mind

A little bit about Marv

What do you want to know? Is there something you’ve been dying to ask me? Do you lie awake late at night wondering who Marv really is? I didn’t think so.

So, why would I tell complete strangers personal things about myself? What do they care? Why are they dipping into my journal if they don’t want to know? Is it out of sympathy? Curiosity? Kindness? Malice? Entertainment? Obligation? Why? Why? Why?

Fine then! I’ll share a little something personal….

I hate turnips.
I hate cheese soup.
I was bitten on my ass by a Brown Recluse spider about 9 years ago.
Uncontrollable laughter caused me to piss my pants when I was 14 years old.
I got a scholarship to study music but pissed it away.
My brother is a Baptist Minister who has a new hobby of reading my journal. (Hope he doesn’t go to hell for that.)
I speak 3 languages.
I have an addictive personality.
I hate sharing personal things about myself with other people.
I love my kids but don’t always like them.
I DON’T SHARE DAIRY.
I’ve never been arrested but done many things that could have landed me there.
I’m adopted.

That’s it! I’m done! I’m sick of talking about myself. These things aren’t all that personal but that’s all you’re gonna get. You get what you get and you don’t make a fit.

-Marv-