Here We Go
Hi, my name is L---, and I'm a Sucker. I know this because my original role model told me so. Many times. Always after convincing me to actually pour my heart out.
"You know, there's a name for people like you," she'd say.
"What's that?" I'd ask. Every time.
"Sucker!"
Guess what? I have declared myself a Voluntary Orphan. Took more than long enough, too. Instead, I've decided to create my own family, blood or no blood.
People who say you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family haven't tried hard enough.
I'm also a Misfit.
When I was four or five, I watched "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" at the house of my parent's friends, and I stood up the whole time it was on.
Remember the song that Rudie and his little elf-friend sang, "Why Am I Such A Misfit?" Part of the refrain says, "Why don't I fit in?"
Well, THAT WAS ME!!! I was so excited to discover that I was a misfit! At that tender age, I had the answer. (I was very precocious.)
Too bad I also discovered that being a Misfit is a Bad Thing.
So, I spent the next I-won't-tell-you-how-many-years trying to rectify my misfittedness.
Thank god I wasn't able to do it. I'd be boring, boring, boring, living in a boring, boring, boring world. And I'm rarely bored. Always manage to find something to occupy me. In fact, as soon as I get that restless feeling (not very often, only about 3 times a year), I DO SOMETHING. Even if it's boring!
And I refuse to be a Sucker anymore! At least I'll TRY not to be. I'm going to develop cynicism into an art form. (Hey! I just thought of something I can do!) I'm going to allow my suspicious nature to fully blossom. Stop trusting automatically. Not believe what people tell me right off the bat. Stop wearing my heart on my sleeve. Keep my cards close to my chest. Expect nothing.
Right.
"You know, there's a name for people like you," she'd say.
"What's that?" I'd ask. Every time.
"Sucker!"
Guess what? I have declared myself a Voluntary Orphan. Took more than long enough, too. Instead, I've decided to create my own family, blood or no blood.
People who say you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family haven't tried hard enough.
I'm also a Misfit.
When I was four or five, I watched "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" at the house of my parent's friends, and I stood up the whole time it was on.
Remember the song that Rudie and his little elf-friend sang, "Why Am I Such A Misfit?" Part of the refrain says, "Why don't I fit in?"
Well, THAT WAS ME!!! I was so excited to discover that I was a misfit! At that tender age, I had the answer. (I was very precocious.)
Too bad I also discovered that being a Misfit is a Bad Thing.
So, I spent the next I-won't-tell-you-how-many-years trying to rectify my misfittedness.
Thank god I wasn't able to do it. I'd be boring, boring, boring, living in a boring, boring, boring world. And I'm rarely bored. Always manage to find something to occupy me. In fact, as soon as I get that restless feeling (not very often, only about 3 times a year), I DO SOMETHING. Even if it's boring!
And I refuse to be a Sucker anymore! At least I'll TRY not to be. I'm going to develop cynicism into an art form. (Hey! I just thought of something I can do!) I'm going to allow my suspicious nature to fully blossom. Stop trusting automatically. Not believe what people tell me right off the bat. Stop wearing my heart on my sleeve. Keep my cards close to my chest. Expect nothing.
Right.
Lori finally stopped procrastinating at 1:13 PM
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