Sunday, March 8, 2009

Square Peg

I'm a square peg in a round world. Always have been... In school, I never really found my niche. I lacked the beauty, charm and confidence to be truly accepted by the popular crowd. On the other hand, I was never cool enough or cast out far enough to be allowed into the smoke-filled club that met behind the school. I bet those guys were fun...

So I floated, floundered really. I was just watching the clock until my sentence was served. I would be free! Free to be me.

Do you know what I discovered? The Grown Up World isn't very far removed from high school. Do you doubt me? I would love to take you to a PTO meeting or the swim club or, well, you get it. Believe me when I tell you that I would rather eat slugs than attend the obligatory neighborhood Bunco game with the bored housewives who drink way too much wine and complain about their dwindling sex lives. I'm STILL on the outside looking in through those windows with custom-made window coverings.

I tried to blend into the Grown Up Club. At 40 years of age, I have what many people would envy: a husband that loves me dearly, 2 kids, a ridiculous mortgage, a pool membership, SUV. Here's the difference though. I have blown the speakers out of every car I've ever driven. (Not with the kids in the car, of course.) I wear black every day and my hair isn't exactly Country Club Chic. I cuss. I drink more than I should, and I have an unhealthy aversion to authority and show it.

I'm coming to terms with Me. My differences make me who I am and that's okay. At least I don't have to worry about getting a date or being asked to the prom. Now, I relish the fact that I'm not like the other Stepford Wives in the car pool line.

I can't WAIT until they see my nose ring...

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