For the past couple of days, I’ve gotten a little too lax and have allowed my inner Positive Polly to sneak out. She’s gotten a little too cozy with Negative Nelly, and I’ve had it. I’m pulling in the reigns and well, she’s grounded. They are not allowed to see each other, unless it’s on my terms.
I suppose I should expect it when I’m living in a new city where I barely know a soul, and I have not yet begun my new job full-time, as the school year does not begin until the end of this month. However, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’ve decided I simply need to indulge in a little narcissism. Why not? Instead of depending on someone else to love me and lift my spirits, I’M going to love me. Writing up lists is a therapeutic tool for my insatiable desire to add some structure to my busy thoughts, so for my first one, I’ll embrace the things that for some reason or another, I really want to like, but don’t. Not until recently have I come to accept that I don’t have to like these things just because I think that I have to, or because most people do. It’s better this way. These things make me more uniquely ME, and you more uniquely and wonderfully YOU.
1. Lady Ga-gag. I will give her mad props for her activism, equal rights message, and her extreme measures as a leader for her fans to not fear being themselves, even if it means not fitting in. However, the giant egg and the meat dress scream mad narcissism. And her music makes me feel kind of ill. Every time I see her, I remember her on MTV’s Boiling Points when she was an aspiring singer who looked exactly. like. Snooki. Besides–Madonna for life.
2. Bars. Don’t get me wrong, wine with dinner after a long day, a michelada by the pool, or a celebratory glass of bubbly suits my fancy, but I’m not a huge drinker anymore. I’m not a fan of going to bars. I’m single, and most of my friends enjoy long nights of being seen in bars. I live in bar-central. I should go to bars and meet new people, right? However, the meat-market scene and dodging awkward encounters does not appeal to me. Neither does losing control of my choices. I actually like waking up in the morning remembering every idiotic thing I said.
3. The Olympics. I feel badly about this one and so left out! Everyone wants to talk about the Olympics, write about the Olympics, watch it, breathe it… but I can’t get into the spirit of it, and I don’t have a reason. I love sports, always have. Up until my twenties, I was the type of person to stay up all night watching obscure sports just to witness the magic of the Olympics a little bit longer. But, the magic didn’t last, and it just feels like a bad break-up.
4. The Treadmill. My calves blow up just thinking about running on one. Running outside, however, is another story. There is just something about running and going nowhere that stresses me out.
5. American Idol. Or any other singing/dancing/pageant competition-reality show for that matter. I can’t even talk about it.
6. College Sports. My family of Sooner fanatics would hate me for this one. I love professional sports. Soccer. Baseball. Basketball. Tennis. Football. Track. You name it. I loathe college sports, and I’m not sure why. However, my excuse is that I went to SMU, where sports are low on the totem pole. Okay, maybe not, we were just terrible.
7. Weddings. Turning down free food and a glass of bubbly is hard to do, but the rest of what weddings are made of is just strange. I want to crawl into a hole when I see a man bite off his new bride’s garter. I find bridesmaids to be uber cheesy. And the requirement of a big white dress confuses me. And please understand, I have enjoyed watching each one of my family members and friends get married because seeing them do what makes them happy makes me happy, too. I am also a strong believer in marriage, and it deserves a celebration. Mine just won’t involve the chicken dance or a bride-and-groom cake topper.
8. Cats. I’m an animal lover, so I want to like cats. Whenever I meet someone who has a cat, I usually lie in order to not offend them and say, “I like them, but I’m just deathly allergic to them.” Truth is, I really am allergic, but they also just really creep me out. And no, your F-book status updates of the cats talking baby-babble to each other is not cute.
9. Pants. I am more comfortable wearing a dress, or a skirt. Perhaps a part of my disdain comes from being short and having to hem every pair that I own… even the petites. And I hate jeans. People tend to like them because they are “comfortable.” Seriously? I put them in the MOST uncomfortable category.
10. Yoga. Yogis will say that the people who would most benefit from yoga are the people who say they don’t have the patience for it. Probably true, but I’m not willing to push past this dilemma. I want to like yoga because I believe in the power of meditation. But every time I try it, it ends up having the opposite effect on me. Instead of relaxing, I create lists in my head…
Next week’s list will include 10 things I wish I didn’t like, but do…
What are some of your “wish-I-liked-but-don’ts?” Please, indulge me!