I Know I'm Wierd, But So What?
As long as I can remember I have felt different from other people. Not greatly different, mind you, but as if I were standing just a little off center from the crowd. It has taken me all of my life to come to some sort of understanding about why that is, and the why really isn't very important anymore. What can I say? I am who I am. I have learned not to advertise my differences too much. It only makes people slide away from me with a strange look on their face, and I really hate that. I'm gonna keep this light so we'll skip my views on politics, religion, death and taxes. Most of my wierdness is gender related anyway! I am straight, married 32 years, 2 kids, 3 grands, and I love to cook and care for all of them. I like my house clean, my kitchen stocked, and my husband happy. And that's about as feminine as I get! I don't watch much TV, and I have NEVER liked soap operas or chick flicks. I absolutely cannot create anything that is not made from food. I hate shopping, and I don't care one whit how many pairs of shoes I have in the closet. I can't remember the last time I wore make-up. I own one dress at a time and wear it to weddings and funerals. I will not attend a worship service where my jeans and pants aren't welcome. God doesn't care what I wear so why should anyone else? One of the wonderful things about the age I am now is that I have reached a place of self acceptance, and it is so delightful to be here. Care to join me?