Is it bad?

A lot of really amazing things happened over the past month or so. So many, in fact, that I'm not going to blog about them each because that would just be overwhelming. Let's just say that I decided Wyoming is amazing, I drove a 4wheeler for the first time, I started running again, I have awesome roommates and friends, I am a wimp when it comes to haunted houses, I dressed as I pirate, I taught myself how to knit, I am kicking microecomonics' butt, I carved a Despicable Me themed pumpkin and discovered an amazing recipe for roasted seeds, I'm preparing for the GRE next week, and I'm in the process of getting scuba certified. Phew.

Now that that is out of the way, let's talk about how lists are one of my favorite things in the world. They are how my brain chooses to function. Recently I've been asking a lot of rhetorical "is it bad.." questions. They make me laugh and so I'm documenting them here. Feel free to laugh with me or at me, I don't really care.

Is it bad that I eat nutella by the spoonful?

Is it bad that I sat home on a Friday night an watched a National Geographic special on Blood Diamonds by myself?

Is it bad that I choose comfort over cuteness every single day?

Is it bad that sometimes I hope that life as I know it will completely fall apart so that I can justify making creative, daring, don't know where this will take me choices?

Is it bad that I really like high side ponytails?

Is it bad that my taste is apparently too good for American chocolate, so I buy expensive stuff form elsewhere?

Is it bad that I find articles about the developing world so much more interesting than ones about Wall Street or the upcoming elections?

Is it bad that I often eat out alone?

Is it bad that when the temperature drops below 40 it suddenly becomes really difficult for me not to cuss?

Is it bad/immature that my favorite book of all time is Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie?

Is it bad that anytime I read Peter Pan, or Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings or anything of the like that my brain is stuck in a fantastical state for a solid month?

Is it bad that I'm addicted to Pinterest quote boards and read blogs that belong to complete strangers?

Is it bad that occasionally I look at the facebook profiles of people I knew in high school and feel a lot better about myself?

Is it bad that I shower people in compliments and hand out the word love like it's candy for people that I don't even know that well?

Is it bad that I want a Volkswagen van more than any other material thing in existence?

Is it bad that I never want cable, and that I kind of don't even want a TV?

Is it bad that I can sit in front of a fire and be entertained for hours?

Is it bad that I actually like the taste of mate?

Is it bad that I can drink 3 Tim Tam Slams in one sitting?

Is it bad that I think about food more often than I think about my future?

Is it bad that I hold myself and those I love to really high standards?

Is it bad to post all of these things on a public blog?
Probably.
Too late.