I admit, I fall into the stereo type. I am in love with F A L L. I am the stereo typical Yoga pants wearing, pumpkin spice latte drinking, hopeless romantic that doesn’t see fall as a season but a way of life. I remember when I was in first grade and we were carving pumpkins as a class. My mom came to pick me up and as we walked to the car I stomped on every leaf I came into contact with. I love the crisp breeze and the ever-present feeling that something magical could happen at any moment. At one point in my life I wanted to name my daughter September regardless of what month she was born. My dream is a world where work does not exist, it is constantly 60 or below, cuddling and watching movies are required and no one gets fat from all of the amazing cookies and cakes that are made during cuddling breaks. I love that Christmas is around the corner and that family is required to spend time together. If I could be an Elf my life would be complete.
I know… I have accepted my addiction.
It is a cruel joke that I live in southern California where it is 60 degrees two days out of the year. If we’re lucky. Regardless, I am dreaming away. I hope this season brings every magical wish to life for you. Happy September!
Growing up I was not popular by any means… I was madly in love with a boy at my church who was way too old for me and way out of my league. Looking back he was surprisingly kind considering I stalked him for most of my childhood. I wore the most ridiculous outfits. Never said the right thing. I was oily and overweight. To top it all off after youth group, when everyone was standing outside waiting for their parents, I would pretend like I was a ballerina and dance like a little fool where everyone could see me. I still cringe. Anyway, there was this girl that was so cool and pretty. She was a year older than me and all the guys liked her, everyone liked her, even the guy I liked. I tried not to be jealous but she had everything, the perfect clothes, the perfect singing voice, she was trying to be an actress. And I was frumpy. My jealousy showed some ugly colors at times. Over the years I just existed trying to fit in where I could but I did not have a lot of friends. Then I finally made a really good friend and we learned how to do our makeup and hair and we morphed out of our awkward stages. Even though outwardly I have changed I still feel cripplingly inferior to people who are cool and beautiful. Especially this girl. It’s like my fat dorky mini-me resurfaces the second someone has nice hair and a glow of perfection.
The other night I saw her for the first time in probably 5 years. I spent a lot of time on my makeup and hair before I went over to her house. When I walked in to the party I felt pretty. She still looks amazing like a classic model, graceful and glamorous. I couldn’t help but notice that she also looked a little sad and empty. She greeted me politely then said that I “beat her to the Altar.” I thought that was a strange comment. She did her best to avoid me but at one point she very briefly brought up her ex-boyfriend then changed the subject. Despite the fact that she is beautiful, she has only had one serious boyfriend that I know of. They looked like the perfect couple, I think he was a model. I think he really broke her heart. Throughout the night she said I beat her to the altar a few more times. She smoked a few cigarettes and I thought I almost saw her cringe when she first grabbed the pack that happened to be in front of me. Almost like saying. “I’m doing this and I don’t care what you think.” This triggered something in me to prove that I was not a prude. So I grabbed a beer and had some sort of mixed drink in my hand for the rest of the night. I looked around at the people at the party, they were all beautiful models, actors and singers. They were honestly very nice as well, but when I saw her interact with them I felt sad for her. She plays the part perfectly. She’s cool and smooth but every reaction was thought out. I got a little tipsy at the end of the night but I kept my composure. We were all hanging out in the garage, a few people were smoking. At one point I asked to smoke a puff of someone’s cigarette. When I replayed last night in my head this morning I was so disgusted with myself. In the past I have smoked when I have had a few drinks… both of which I am quitting. The part that made me so angry with myself is that I didn’t smoke that cigarette because I wanted it… I smoked it because I wanted her to see.
I do not know when or why I gave her that much control. I am not that person. I have no desire to be cool or popular. I am completely content with my life and my friends. My husband is the most unbelievable person I know and when I screw up, he’s the only one who has always been there to pick up the pieces. Last night made me realize how blessed I am to have him in my life. I cringe that I used to dance in the parking lot and kept a picture of my crush above my bed. (I told you I was creepy.) But I never hid myself to impress other people. If people did or didn’t like me, they didn’t like the real awkward klutzy me. And I am ok with that.
Soo… I know it has been a long time since I have written anything. Not like it matters because I think three people are following me. Thank you three people. I appreciate you. I have been feeling very insignificant lately… I know it is silly. My entire life I have been viewed as overly bossy and controlling. Understandably, I would probably get annoyed with me too. Actually, I already am. I do not mean to be this way. Every piece of advice and simple correction I give is because I am sincerely trying to help. I’m not trying to prove that I am right, or that my way is better. I’m just suggesting another way. I think that is why it is so hard when people do not appreciate it.
The hardest part about it is that I have always viewed my bossiness as a positive characteristic. I would joke about how “Control Freaky” I am/was, but I never thought that it seriously irritated people. I honestly thought that it was one of my best attributes. So when I was reprimanded it made me feel worthless. I have always wanted to be a wedding coordinator because I feel like I pay attention to detail and I love seeing people get married. Now I do not really know what I want to do. I am probably being over dramatic, but it has really caused me to question if my friends and family really like me or just put up with me. As silly as it is, this has really made me reevaluate my life.
Anyway, I am figuring it out. I have been trying not to voice my opinion so much, I have been trying not to voice it at all actually. Not in a spiteful way, I just feel like people probably do not care about what I have to say. I hope my three people are doing well. 🙂