Assuming my parents are telling the truth and actually got married before they went at it, I was supposed to come into this world sometime at the end of January. Still in the womb and I was already expressing my character and how it was going to be the rest of my life. I didn't pop out until I was good and ready. On my own schedule. Two weeks late. I love my birthday (who doesn't), and the fact that I share a sign with Jennifer Aniston kinda helps.
Like I said, my birth was a pretty good indicator of how I would live the rest of my life. Doing things my way, when I want to, and how I want to. Recently my family as driving up from LA. Everyone wanted to stop at McDonalds. I didn't. There was a sushi place right across the road. While everyone was enjoying their McNuggets and fries, I munched on my Unagi and fried tempura. So much healthier than Mickyd's right? Yeah, probably not. That is completely besides the point though. The point was, I walked over there myself. No one had to make any special trip. I just chose to eat on my own at a separate place. I wasn't mad or didn't want to be alone. I just didn't want McDonalds.
My mom has been so great about letting me be me. Saying I look great even when I get a stupid haircut. Letting me make mistakes, and knowing I am going to grow from them. She has let me get bruises, and stain shirts, and trash the car. She let's me be completely me. Sometimes Im difficult but I think, especially after all these years, she just laughs. She is so chill and laid back, I don't think anyone can understand me or love me as unconditionally as my mom.
This all gets to the point of me and girls. With how independent and stubborn I am, or think I am, as of late I feel like I am not myself. I haven't been my individual self. I haven't just done what I wanted. Oh no. I've been stupid. I've been completely and totally taken over by girls. Girls that I will entirely change my plans for just so I can hang out with them. What in the world is wrong with me? Im supposed to be stubborn and independent. Im not a puppy dog. Im not a lap dog. Im not going to just follow you around wide eyed.
Somewhere between the too few many beers, and diesel jeans, and Chucks, and hot hats, and mascara, and styled belt buckles, and hair product, and cab rides, and games of pool, and cups of coffee, and bottles of wine, I have lost me. What I truly like. What I am truly looking, or not looking for. Ive become, quite silly.
In other news, its almost the 4th of July. Yeah for fireworks!