Real Girl In The City

Most people who know me know that I have always, always been picky.  You name it and I can tell you exactly what I like and don’t like about it.  I can even give you reasons that make no sense to anyone but me.  Like the fact that I can eat a tomato like an apple with a little salt and pepper or tomato sauce but can’t eat cooked chunks of tomato in anything.  What sense does that make?  Trust me I could go on and on but I digress.  Still this explains just a drop of my pickiness for you.  So I wish that people would stop telling me what I like.

I know that lately I have made what some might call a few bad choices in my life.  But I’m not on drugs, in jail, or dead so I think I haven’t done as bad as I could have.  Yet everywhere I turn someone seems to be telling me what I like or dislike or what it is that I want to do or should do with my life.  I don’t get it.  At least with the “shoulds” I know it is because they want the best for me or at least that is what they are trying to portray.  But with the likes and dislikes I really can’t understand.

Let’s face it, on a good day I could wake up liking one thing and fall asleep hating it.  That is just the person that I am.  I have often blamed my single status on this very point, but that is a topic for a whole other blog.  So if I don’t know what it is that l am going to like from one minute to another why does everyone else think they do?

I think this is just one of those things I will never get.  Like how people allergic to wheat find things to eat.  But I wish it would stop.  If you want to know what I like or dislike just ask me.  But be careful because if you ask the wrong way the answer might be you.

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