My first post… wow, where to start.
Have you ever felt that someone in the heavens is dangling you from a string? I swear I don’t control my own actions… and the things I say can go from intellectual to babbling idiot in less than a second. I’ve lost count of the links of embarassment in this long chain I call life. It seems like I go from one ridiculous event to the next, only pausing long enough for a gasp of air, and then I’m off to destroy another moment of your so-called “normality”.
Adolescence is a time, in all of our lives, riddled with embarassment. Zits, first crushes, split gym shorts… you’ve been there… you know. I remember graduating high school with a sigh of relief. I can move on and start fresh. Well, that lasts less than a second. There’s new relationships, new jobs, and a whole new environment to break in.
After high school I took a hiatus from education, decided to move away from home, and join the work force. I was so cool… burgandy hair and nose ring (what was I thinking). Think back now, this was 1994 and I am in Oklahoma. This is not the norm. I am smack DAB in the middle of the Bible Belt, and definitely a site for sore eyes. Just the fact that I looked different than everyone else automatically made me a Satanist and absolutely the epitome of ALL EVIL… so, I made some changes. Removed my flashy silver and selected some daunting locks, and entered the 8 to 5 work force.
My first job away from home was pulling parts in this warehouse where they assembled these check-reader-sorters for banks. I quickly moved up to assembly after they found out I had some soldering skills and was able to read skematics (thanks to 2 years of vocational school while in high school). ANYway, to skip to the chase… I was definitely going to be a rock star. I could feel it… sadly to this very day… I still feel it (yikes!) I don’t really think it was embarssing at the time, but I blush everytime I think about it now. I’ll leave the details to your imagination… hopefully you will make it more tasteful that life has served it to me.
Enough, enough! I don’t want to start this blog with a long boring story… I know - too late! I want to add some of the little things that make me want to hide my head or duck out of a busy store. I am sure you can add some too. Email me with you’re embarassing moments and I will post them here too… I will change the names to protect the innocent… or hell lets share with everyone. It sure would be nice to know that maybe, behind this pore-cleansing facial mask of embarassment, I am normal too.
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I for one am very glad you look more normal. I think you are beautiful inside and out. Now if you use the vocabulary you are some wonderfully blessed with instead of the vulgarity of the norm I be even more delighted.
the blog was a good one but the comment from your mother is awesome.
are you sure we weren’t seperated at birth?!?!?
I swear if I was in a jet, in a nose dive at mach-2, my mother would be more worried about what “words” I was using than anything else.