OK OK OK, I’m always real on here… but I mean I want to talk about something different for a minute.
I’m a low maintenance girl.
Not being allowed to wear nail polish or makeup until 18, and having really curly hair that I had no idea how to manage definitely contributed to that. I love getting prettied up, but I’m the type of person who does my makeup in the little fold down mirror riding shotgun on the way to somewhere and I spend an average of 2 minutes on my hair.
I’m also not the baby fever prone, easy cry-er, mushy gushy, or emotional sort of girl.
I’m definitely a spiritual person – not at all surface-y, but I just do not connect well with people who have to make everything so serious and intense. I’m not saying life isn’t serious of course, but I strongly believe in lightening the mood.
Sarcastic doesn’t mean what you think it means.
Until a few months ago I would have said I was the sarcastic type. However, wanting to finally make sure I fully and completely understood irony, I looked up the definitions comparing sarcasm, irony, and satire, and realized that NO ONE should EVER want to be sarcastic. Period. And EVERYONE uses the word incorrectly! Great.
I’ve actually been hurt by sarcasm MANY times. Guessing you probably have, too.
So000… let’s just say that I LOVE irony and HATE sarcasm.
Anyway, while you will find a lot of heartfelt, serious, and sometimes even melancholy posts on this blog, past and future, I don’t want to ever give off that sweet girl vibe. Sorry, I don’t know how else to describe it. There are plenty of “sweet girls” that I like – it’s not that I don’t want to be friends, it’s just that it’s not “me”.
I don’t speak in flowers.
I’m real, raw, and rough around the edges. I’m probably one of the easiest people to get along with that you’ll ever meet and happy to be friends with anyone, but if you ever see me being nice to someone on Twitter or whatever, and even if I say “awwww” please know that I’m totally feeling it in the “dude, you’re cool.” sort of way, and not the “awwww! hearts! puppy dogs! rainbows!” sort of way.
There is just this whole segment of the blog community that I kind of observe wide-eyed from afar and feel bad that I don’t want to be a part of, but sorry, no, I don’t want to stand in a circle holding hands and sing kumbaya. If I do ever do that someday – and not saying it couldn’t happen, because I am not against crying and having emotions, and I promise I will be there for you in hard times – but I will probably crack some sort of joke.
Because I would take sass over sweet any day…
PLEASE TELL ME if you can relate. Where mah homies at???