I'd Rather Dance With You Than Talk With You

Last night a friend of mine said 'Al, I saw your blog. You're so deep. I didn't expect that!'
It's sad, but pathetically true. People see me and they see shiny hair and a toothy grin. People expect little of me and are usually shocked that I have more to contribute to the world than a series of hair flicks and giggles.

Actually, sitting here pondering lives intricacies, I'm glad people expect so little of me. It increases the appreciation people have for my words and opinions. I also like the look of shock on their faces when I quote Isben or Kafka. I hardly consider myself a deep person. I think myself to be a thinker who vocalizes their thoughts. I do wish more people would vocalize their thoughts. It's a shame people put such a low value on their brain's inner workings.

My whole life I've been judged by appearances. First, for being overly blessed with height. Second, for hitting puberty before most. Third, for having an odd haircut. Fourth, for growing out of the odd haircut, putting some styling product in my hair and no longer wearing tappered leg jeans. Through these appearances I've learned it doesn't pay to be too tall for your age, developed before others, look like a mushroom or even grow out of your ugly phase. It's amazing how we can never make our peers happy.

Being that I've always been categorized before I even attempt to open my mouth, I've learned to take advantage of my ability to be free of preconcieved notions of others. Sometimes, I admit it may be hard, some people are just asking to be labeled 'dumb','obnoxious','player', or 'shallow'. But, coming from a girl whose been labeled all these things and truly is none of these things I ask you to give all the shiny haired, toothy grinned people in the world a fighting chance. Who knows what idiotic thing they may say to amuse you?

Today's Inspirations: Manhattan Special, Tennis, Thai Food, Melissa(big hug and shout out!), and Black Star by Radiohead