I've always been random

I've always been random but it took my friendship with Stephanie for me to truly embrace and accept that fact.  Don't get me wrong-my family and my husband love me in spite of my weird little quirks, but I believe that Stephanie actually likes me more because of them. 

When I was a kid, I remember a classmate telling me that she was so upset that she needed glasses.  I am not talking about a few fleeting tears and pouting all day.  I'm talking HYSTERICAL melt-downs that would make even the most irrational of people take one look at her and yell out, "Good God, honey.  Get ahold of yourself!"  However, I did not say that she was a rational human being.  I said we were 5th grade girls.  To most people getting glasses is not a huge deal, and is usually just another errand to run on a Tuesday but to a 5th grade girl, this was the end of the world.  In an honest attempt to make her feel better, I told her, "Don't feel bad.  I actually WANT glasses.  Braces too!"  Since she was a total bitch normal 10 year old, prepubescent girl she rolled her eyes at me and walked away.  I don't think we ever spoke again.  And, true to my word, when I had to be fitted for glasses just a few months later, I was thrilled!  I called the optometrist's office every day for two weeks to check on my glasses.  I couldn't wait for them to come in!  ::points to self::  Dork.

I have always been a book junkie.  I was taught to read by my great-grandmother who was a teacher in a one-room school house, back in the day.  She used to babysit me when my parents were at work and she had me reading when I was three years old.  I remember when I was something like, 8 years old I was reading Little House on the Prairie.  (No need to judge me.  I do it enough as it is.)  I'm not sure if I was attempting a new style of reading like how some actors are "method actors" but I got the bright idea to wear one of my long dresses, put on an apron, put my hair up in a bun (mhmm, I said bun), and sit in a chair in the middle of my room with a small blanket across my lap.  Straight up like I lived in the 1800s.  I was the epitome of cool, even then.  But the sad truth is, I seriously thought I was cool.

Of course I look back at these incidents and realize that they were merely precursors for many other random events that would transpire in my life and help mold me into the wonderfully insane person that I am today.

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