I am not charming and/or sociable.

I am an amazing…ly complicated person. Generally, it is not in my nature to be charming or sociable. I guess if I tried harder? I guess my “problem” is that I like who I like, and everyone else is just off my radar. I don’t hate anyone, or wish anyone ill, but I’m also not going to go out of my way to make people feel comfortable or behave as though I enjoy or welcome their company, if I do not in fact, enjoy their company. I also like to say what I think and how I feel. I guess this often is interpreted as being “self-righteous” or “bitchy” or any number of things I have been called. I could say that I don’t mind, but that isn’t true. I mind, but only for a short time, because there is absolutely nothing I am willing to do about it. “Willing” is of course the magic word today boys and girls. I am not willing to do anything about it. I could, absolutely I could. But why should I? To show everyone what a nice person I am? But that would be a lie. I shouldn’t and won’t go around behaving how others want me to behave simply because I want them to like me. What kind of life is that? So, you’re willing to hide yourself away, stuff your real self deep down so that your friends, acquaintances, and the general population won’t talk about you behind your back… most of the time. You may love me or you may hate me, but I can almost guarantee, that if you hate me—it’s because you don’t know me and you can only wish you did.

And one more thing. What’s up with all the ladies thinking I’m a threat to their man? I want no taken men (I’ve done that before with unfortunate results) and to a particular skinny little UWRF Theater DIVA: Honey, your boy wanted me so badly it was painful…for BOTH of us. I didn’t want him then and I don’t want your current guy. If you think I have nothing better to do than date adolescent college boys with patchy facial hair—then you need to do a little self-check. And one more thing cupcake, I didn’t compliment your performance because I didn’t think I could force myself to choke out praise for that bland and characterless “performance” you gave.

Does saying that make me a bitch? Well then, so be it. I would rather be hated for who I am than loved for whom I’m not. And a little shout out to Gretchen Gamm—thanks for being a perfect ending to me and Kristy’s birthday-ish bar crawl tonight. *kiss kiss*

When you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to reform. — Mark Twain