I've decided that living where I do might be bad for my pride. I often find myself walking around feeling superior for no good reason at all. I'm likely not smarter than those around me, I'm not better looking, and I'm certainly not a greater person. And yet, I find myself having to actually remind myself of these things on occasion as I meander through the neighborhood. Some guy starts talking to his buddies about his date, or about a 'hot girl' that he plans on picking up on over the weekend, and I just want to look at the kid, shake my head, and tell him that everything will someday be better. Maybe if he grows up a little, he can get married or something. A group of girls giggles over some guy and starts plotting on how to make him theirs, and I want to stand up and fight against evil in the world and the games we play with each others heads. I've begun to realize the startling possibility that I may very well be subconsciously self-righteous. This is all very amusing, because I feel entirely inadequate at times. The even funnier thing (I bet you're rolling on the ground by now) is that I switch between these two feelings at the speed of girl's emotions...in case you're unfamiliar, that's extremely fast.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
On the Street Where You Live...or I Do
Wow, This is really...pink
I'm not sure why this thing is so pink, I'm really not much of a pink girl. Does that make sense? Let me explain. No, there is too much, let me sum up. There are many types of girls in this world, and they fall into multiple categories. Some girls, they're just pink. It's not a bad thing, it's just the truth. These are the hair and make-up everyday, really nice clothes, shop for the fun of it kinds of girls. Again, not bad things (yeah, it sounds like I'm calling pink girls things, and *that's* not judgmental. Curse my dangling participles!), just not me. Welcome to the ramblings...
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