Library

If I were a book in the library and needed to “shelve” myself based on a subject, I would have to just toss myself in the pile along with the other MISC titles and authors and hope that the librarian figures it out.  This is, by no means, an insult in any sense of the word.  I simply don’t fall in the lines of the typical social norms of a woman in her 30’s. No, I didn’t say I was “better” or “above” anyone else either. I’m simply “ME”.

Watching television never really crosses my mind.  I couldn’t tell you the names of shows and I certainly don’t have a clue what you’re talking about when you describe them to me, which also explains my issues with vocabulary.

I don’t keep up with politics and I refuse to do so.  I’m sure you can come up with many valid arguments as to why I should, but I can assure you that I’m much happier and stress-free not thinking about such things as I have no control over the “Suits and Ties” of political power. And, no, I will not discuss that one any further.  Or I will become stressed. And not want to blog anymore.  Just sayin’

I also don’t keep up with the Kardashian’s or any other celebrity.  Yes, I listen to mainstream music on the radio but I couldn’t even take a guess on who sings most of the songs I hear.  Yesterday, I barely discovered that Robin Thicke is white.  Not that there’s anything wrong with being white, just didn’t see that one coming.  I don’t buy magazines so any fashion/beauty norms on how to Glam-it UP! are about as foreign to me as Mandarin Chinese.

I don’t own many possessions, so at least I can label myself as not “materialistic”.  No television, microwave, couch, bed frame, bedroom furniture, living room furniture… hell, now that I think about it, ANY furniture would pretty much sum that one up.  That goes without saying that I also would not know the responsibilities of home ownership, which from the sounds of it I don’t think I want to but who knows…

I’ve never been married and I have zero children.  According to my friend’s husband, I must be damaged goods (starts with a D, ends with an “ugh”.  I miss you too, buddy, and thanks a lot for the complex :-P).  And no, I’m not some sort of weirdo holding some helpless person captive in my basement demanding that they lather their skin with lotion. I have no strange excuse for my current marital status of marking the box “single” and listing no dependencies.  It simple hasn’t happened for me yet; and honestly, I’m good either way.

I have no attachment to my job, which ANYONE who knows me is aware of THAT current fiasco.   ’nuff said.

It’s not that I have some strong “fight the mainstream” belief system, I simply have never bothered with concerning myself with the items mentioned, nor do they ever really cross my mind (until now, hence the blog).  I figured if I had none of the above going on for me that I would have at least traveled the world and “partied it up” and have seen and done some really “cool shit” in my young spry years.  Nope!  Instead, I’ve started a blog.

So, GOOD LUCK Ms. Librarian Lady! There ain’t no shelving me!  And by golly, I’m proud of it!

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