In 1996, my first boyfriend called me a “walking contradiction.’ I was pretty stoked when my favourite band at the time, Green Day, came out with a hit single of the same title.
At 24, I have yet to shake off my crown of contradiction.
Three examples to illustrate:
1. My 21st. A large percentage of the guest list comprised seriously cool musician types. However, I swapped booze for tea at the Westville Baptist Church Hall.
2. My car. I drive a robust Corsa Bakkie that begs for an industrial strength wash ‘n clean. But its rightly distinguishing features? The pink stickers and puppy key ring that hangs form my review mirror.
3. My interests. Scrapbooking embellishments, ribbons and papers are like crack to me. I live for Friday nights when I get to play in a mess of stationary in front of the telly. What am I watching? Usually a metal DVD of sorts.
Yeah, I can be very lame. But when I mentioned this to a friend the other day, she said, “You know what? Lame is honest.”
And I kinda like the ring of that!
But seriously, if I sign up for a Saturday morning quilting class, please haul me off to the Winston on Metal Night for a round of Bloody Mary’s. I’m 24, not 54!
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