What else should I be?
There seems to be trend about saying, "Hey, I'm not apologizing for this..." and while I like to think of myself as a nonconformist, I'm really just a child of the '90's, in my friend G's words, "Trying to be different in exactly the same way as everyone else."
5 Things For Which I Refuse to Apologize:
1. Not making any sense - I mean this in any way you can interpret it. Sometimes I say things like, "I wish I could cuss in Chinese," or "I guess I forgot how to be cold." I know that these things probably don't make any sense to you. It's okay. They make sense to me. Sometimes I go the long way home when I don't need to. Sometimes I stay late at work by 15 minutes because I like the quiet. Sometimes I eat Cheerios and pickles for supper. Get over it.
2. Feeling my feelings - I feel like no matter what I feel, it's not really "allowed." I can't be happy or I'm in denial, I can't be sad or I'm not coping, I can't be mad or, well, there's no or, I'm just a good girl and I'm not supposed to get mad. Pants that. I am all of those things and I will make an effort not to be a jerk about what I'm feeling (like I won't sing "Zip-a-de-doo-dah" at a funeral) but I'm just gonna go with whatever I'm feeling whenever I'm feeling it. Judge away. Just know that I do not care.
3. Being weird - People are complex. It's just the way it is. I can be girly and geeky and sociable and introverted all at the same time. You don't have to like me. (This has traditionally been hard for me because I want everyone to like me.) But you don't. You just have to accept that this is the me that I am. Like me for who I am or get out of my way.
4. Thinking my kids are better than yours - Here's the thing. I hate the comparing the kids game. You know the one. The one where you say, "Oh, little Seraphina has been walking since she was 8 weeks old," and then I say, "Well, Brynna didn't walk until her first birthday but that's because she was composing classical music when she was 3 months old." It's a crappy game that no one wins and it makes everyone stress and wonder if their kids are normal. However, I know, in my heart of hearts, that you think your kid is better than mine. That's okay. It's just the way it is. I think my kids is better than yours. And if you insist on playing that pantsing game, I will win. Because my kids are geniuses.
5. Eating - Hi, my name is Jessi and I'm a big girl. And as a big girl, I am supposed to be sorry about eating. I'm supposed to order Diet Coke and never, ever, EVER eat dessert in public. Whatever. I eat. You deal. And quit looking at me like that. You're just jealous that you aren't eating Chimi-cheesecake. With a giant margarita. Aren't you?
What about you? Done apologizing for anything?