1/23/2010

When I Grow Up. . .

When I grow up, I'm going to stop caring what people think about me.

It would be one thing, I suppose, if I worked really hard to fit in and make people like me. But I did that in high school and I'm kind of over it now. It would be one thing if I didn't already have friends. It would be one thing if I was running for office.

But I'm not running for office. Hell, I couldn't even handle being a class mom. And let's face it, if I was trying to make people like me my blog probably wouldn't be a constant bitchfest about stupid people and/or why my children are more awesome and more challenging than average. I would probably repost those status updates on Facebook that describe how awesome my mother and my husband are.

If I wanted more people around here to like me, I would probably spend a lot more money on clothes. I would also probably remember more people's names. Oh, and I might stop talking so much (look, I don't get out a lot. I get a little excited.) Maybe I'd even be more patient when the woman ahead of me at the grocery store has to run back through the aisles FOUR times to get stuff she forgot and then pays with PENNIES (although you'd think refraining from punching her would make me likable enough).

But I'm not in high school anymore (Even though I have theory that life is really just a big version of high school, the lack of blue eyeshadow and the presence of wrinkles should be enough to remind me that actual high school, is, in fact, over). I would rather spend money on my family. And clearly I'm not going to grow out of this bitch phase. The patience for others is not going to magically appear.

So why does it bother me so much when people don't like me? Especially if, as is generally the case, I don't like them either. Is it just because my WASP background makes me believe that dislike should be buried so far under politeness that you can never even be sure if it's really there? Like these people are disrespecting me by being so obvious about it?

Or is it because at heart I"m still a 13 year old girl (and the fact that I actually get more zits now is just a little young-at-heart bonus)?

1 comment:

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