Saturday, March 20, 2010

Pigeon holes are great. For stuffing pigeons in...


Our office has been in a state of chaos for the last few weeks, which has given me the ironically-timed opportunity to bond with certain coworkers. One whom I've gotten pretty close to brought up the issue of my work reputation being vastly different from my actual personality. This has always been an intriguing thing, to me.

What it boils down to is that I don't fit the naughty or nice lists properly but people need me to fit one or the other to keep their brains from exploding so they assign me to the nice list. It's because I'm cute which, I know, I will appreciate when I am 60 and people think I'm only 45. But for now it is a curse because people can't look past my big cartoon eyes and pointy ears.

Of course I can't complain about being automatically placed on the nice list; the alternative would suck even more. But apparently being a nice person means you do not have a sense of humor, you will not fight back, you will sit nervously by and allow injustice to run rampant, you do not like conflict, you will cry, you are easily offended, you are afraid, you must stay in your comfort zone, you are weak, you like butterflies and rainbows, etc. Okay, so maybe the alternative would be better...

Really? That is what being nice entails? Really? Then put me on the naughty list because I have a sense of humor, you will not walk on me and you will not walk on any other person in my earshot and get away with it, I am conflict trained and tested, yes I will cry but very little offends me and even less scares me. I love risk and challenge, I love kittens and puppies but I also love punk rock and motorcycles, tattoos and [sucking at] full-contact sports like tennis and soccer.

But I am also very helpful and nice, I love people more than anything and I wear high heels and listen to country music. And darn it I sure do love kittens. I'm not saying I'm so complicated and nobody understands me. Honestly, I completely understand how people perceive me and why. And this is a fascinating anthropological study, to me. Sometimes I try to combat the perception but trying to tell someone no, I'm really hardcore tends to make them laugh rather than change their mind. Strange, huh?

So I just get a whole lot of surprised reactions from people. When I crack a joke, when I stand up for myself, when I have orange hair, when I don't know how to play the piano. It makes real friends that much more important to me; people who know I have both sides and still love or put up with me. You are freaking awesome and I love you.

I know it makes everyone's day better to see Sam's precious face, so:

(We're visiting Christina's mom in Lake Havasu this weekend.)



I guess this party's more than your new Barbie bargained for
She's got you by the sleeve, slowly easing towards the door
She's probably right, you should be movin' on
Don't know how long we can behave
Better have the valet get the car
('Cause you know how women are)

Number 5 just cries a river a minute
7 wants to tie you up and drown you in it
Yeah, 14 just wants to say so long, bygones
32 wants to do things to you that'll make you blush
10 would key the El Camino that you love so much
And there ain't nobody wants to mess with 23
Oh, lucky 4 you tonight I'm just me

Forgiveness is the key
According to my shrink
But, it's not just up to me
(I don't know girls, what d'ya think?)

~She*Daisy, Lucky 4 You Tonight It's Just Me

3 comments:

  1. nice people know how to play the piano?

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  2. That is a pretty commonly held belief, strangely enough.

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  3. well, hhhmmmm. The bible says we are all desperately wicked. But it also says the Holy Spirit is making us so we will look like HIM! Conflict? Nope. I used to spend time worrying about what people thought of me. But the older I get, the less that matters. All I care about at this point is that my Father will see me and say "well done". That is HUGE!

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