It's been raining constantly since Friday so all hopes of going to the fair this weekend are shot. Good thing it is going to be around all week. Can't miss my first opportunity to attend the state fair! I'm looking forward to huge culture shock!
So I have friends visiting this weekend from New Hampshire. Why am I offended when he keeps telling me "you fit right in here." and when she told me at dinner last night "you're beginning to look like a southern girl." I took it as an insult. Why? Why do I have this need to be different yet at the same time want to fit in? I don't want to "look" like a mom, but I want to be recognized as a great mom. I want everyone to like me, but I want them all to view me as different from them. But am I? Do tattoos and piercings and an inability to be happy and satisfied with myself make me different? Probably not. I hate my restlessness. I hate my need to fit in and be different. I hate my inability to be happy with who I am. But that begs the question:
WHO AM I?
I am getting another tattoo. Over the past 3 years or so, any significant event in my life has been celebrated with a new tattoo or piercing. Move to Little Rock=new tattoo. More to hide from all the other mothers when I pick my son up from school...what would they think of me if they new I had tattoos and piercing? Who cares?! Why I do of course. Gotta hide my differences to fit in. What a bunch of shit.
Maybe I should run an ad in the personals:
Closet alternative/wanna be goth chick ISO other closet alternative/wanna be goth chicks for occasional outings to express the suppressed side of our respective personalities.
hmmmm, wonder if anyone would answer?
So I have friends visiting this weekend from New Hampshire. Why am I offended when he keeps telling me "you fit right in here." and when she told me at dinner last night "you're beginning to look like a southern girl." I took it as an insult. Why? Why do I have this need to be different yet at the same time want to fit in? I don't want to "look" like a mom, but I want to be recognized as a great mom. I want everyone to like me, but I want them all to view me as different from them. But am I? Do tattoos and piercings and an inability to be happy and satisfied with myself make me different? Probably not. I hate my restlessness. I hate my need to fit in and be different. I hate my inability to be happy with who I am. But that begs the question:
WHO AM I?
I am getting another tattoo. Over the past 3 years or so, any significant event in my life has been celebrated with a new tattoo or piercing. Move to Little Rock=new tattoo. More to hide from all the other mothers when I pick my son up from school...what would they think of me if they new I had tattoos and piercing? Who cares?! Why I do of course. Gotta hide my differences to fit in. What a bunch of shit.
Maybe I should run an ad in the personals:
Closet alternative/wanna be goth chick ISO other closet alternative/wanna be goth chicks for occasional outings to express the suppressed side of our respective personalities.
hmmmm, wonder if anyone would answer?
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example: i am not a meth-addicted penguin stuck in the amazon.
and a fried twinkie is exactly what is sounds like, though i've never had one. this is the south; we can deep-fry anything. ha!