The Real About Me – Part 2
Hi All!
In continuing with my series The Real About Me (click here if you missed the first installment and my reasons why I’m doing this) here is the next installment.
I am NOT warm and fuzzy. I know this because my husband told the neighbors that, using those exact words, “Yeah, my wife is not warm and fuzzy.”
How did this come up in conversation you ask? Yeah, I asked too! Evidently, one of my neighbors was being a dumbass (you know who you are) and driving like a moron so I flipped him off. I didn’t get the memo but the rule is (I guess) if you know the person you can’t flip them off in earnest. You can only do it in mock playfulness. Who knew!
Of course, the conversation didn’t end there. Well why would it right? Once the line is crossed to criticizing your friend’s wife, just go right ahead and get it all out in the open.
There’s also some unwritten rule of country living (oh, I live in the country now and this story will illustrate why I sooo want to move back to a city) that says when you pass your neighbor anywhere, on a freeway, on a side street, in a parking lot, when you’re leering in their windows, you have to smile and WAVE at them.
I don’t wave. It’s a stupid rule and I don’t want to do it. In fact I don’t want to do anything anyone else thinks I HAVE to do. Unless, there’s a paycheck involved. In that case, I’m all on-board the waving train. But no one has offered to pay me yet.
The conversation did end there. The not waving issue is a real craw sticker, if you know what I mean. It really bothers some people in the neighborhood (again you know who you are), which makes me more determined to not wave.
This all came to a head one night when my husband decided we should head down to the local watering hole to watch one of our favorite local bands The Soup Bones play (Hi Johnny!). Since I live in the country and there’s not much action everyone from the neighborhood had gone to the bar that night. I shit you not. It probably helped that my husband called everyone to say, “Hey, let’s go see The Soup Bones.”
So there we are surrounded by people who are drunk and mad at me. It’s kinda like a family function with out the implied love. One of the drunks neighbors finally hit me where it hurt. He played the kid card. As low down and heartless as I am (I’m not it’s just perception) I have a soft spot for kids. He slurred at me, “My kids wave to you from the bus stop and you never wave back.”
God I’m a BITCH!
To tell you the truth I did even realize they were waving at me. I thought they were just trying to stay warm by flailing their arms.
Well of course, that did it. The next Monday morning I waved. But only to the kids. I will wave to the kids. But I still refuse to live my life like I’m on a parade float. Unless they want to give me sash and a crown. Then I’ll wave and I’ll even smile.
~S
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