Tuesday, August 11, 2009

i'm not anti-social.

lessons for loving a pet lindsey #1:
i swear i'm not!!

i know that sometimes i flatly refuse to accompany brad to dessert parties in HB (at which he likes to tell people we're fighting or broken up. so funny that guy.) and sometimes i would rather go for a bike ride with me myself & i, and i prefer vacations and outings with the few rather than the masses, but i promise that's not anti-social. that's socially smart. it means i like everyone. really. and i want to continue to like all of you, so i do everyone in small doses. this also means i want you to like me, so i only give you small doses. in hopes that this creates mutual accord and also that slight sense of curiosity. like gypsys. (wait don't go, this does connect!) they come and go, but you love them for it! (aka i'm the girl form of jonny depp a la chocolat. k maybe i'm not as good lookin' but i think i could be cool livin' on a boat. anyway. fabulous movie.) i'm that friend who isn't there all the time but maybe you'd like to know. just remember i have a touch of the "shys" so i probably like you alot more than i let on. i used to be way less cautious. somewhere in the "growing up" stage i just reached more inward than out. but don't worry! i'm still up for a bedroom dance party anytime you call. ;)
the end.



2 comments:

CoCo said...

Amen kindred spirit.

melissa said...

sometimes you scare me. when you were 7 and refused to bathe, i really questioned whether we were related or not. however, over the past few years you have consistently proved that we are truly, gentically, somewhat eerily alike and most definitely related. i am going to steal this post and put it on my blog as me. thanks for doing all the work. :)