Reading
ohash's blog reminded me of a blog I wrote about a year ago. I decided to share it.
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I'm not that girl. I've discovered, I'm not the kind of girl you get married to. I'm not the kind of girl you have kids with. I'm not the kind of girl you settle down with.
I'm the kind of girl that you date for a few months before moving on to something better.
I'm the kind of girl you sleep with because you and your wife aren't getting along or your girlfriend is being a bitch.
I'm the kind of girl you hookup with because there are no other options in the room.
But for just once in my life, I want to be that girl. The kind of girl where you have the American dream with. The nice house in the suburbs, the decent job, the 2 kids, the golden retriever, vacationing every once in awhile, and growing old. I want to be that girl, but in all reality I'm not. I'll never be perfect, I'll never be uber-skinny, I'll always cuss, I'll always burp, fart occasionally, and sometimes go #2 in the bathroom. AND IT SMELLS (not that I can verify that). I correct people's grammar, I smoke, I drink, I'm extremely clumsy.
I am not that girl.
About the above, I still sort of feel that way sometimes, but I don't let it bother me too much. I just kind of do my own thing and let certain things happen. I'm not actively trying to change myself to be "that girl" because it's really just an exercise in futility. I would rather be me than change everything I am. My general feelings is that there is probably someone out there who can handle all that I am, just haven't found that crazy person yet.
I almost died coming home from your house. I fell asleep. No joke.