They don't make 'me like Disney did...

I'm sipping linden tea from an actual tea cup. In a saucer. A pretty, delicate one with flowers painted on it. And I have pink in my closet. And y'know what? I like wearing it. It's a pretty color and it makes everyone look good. I'm serious, there is a shade of pink for everyone that makes them look fabulous.

Yes, I said fabulous.

I know, what happened?

Ok, so if you're fairly knew to my blog, or you don't know me personally very well, you're not sure what's going on. Let me explain...

I've always been a tough cookie. Life was tough on me. I have four brothers, no sisters, and we had an adventurous upbringing. I always hated pink. And though I was girly, part of me was almost ashamed to be. Any girlyness that had no reason besides my pleasure was, to me, so empty I was almost embarrassed about it. If I was trying to impress someone, or going to an event where appearance mattered it was excuse enough, but beyond that, well, you might as well ask me to wear pink.

When I was in college (I really have no right to say that, seeing as I never finished) I had the founder and president of our schools Home Ecomomics department look me in the eye and tell me that I didn't like pink because I'm feminist in my thinking and I see pink as a sign of weakness.

Ouch.

It hurt because she was right. I had never thought about it that way. Actually, I had never thought about it at all.

I'm a pessimist.

There, I said it. I've always considered myself an optimist, because things don't hurt me and people can't offend me... But I don't get hurt and offended because I'm a pessimist. I don't expect life to give me anything but lemons.

It takes a pretty callous heart to live that way and not even know it...

I'm out of time, but I have more to say so as much as my mind is screaming at me to wrap this up neater, I'm going to leave it here and say more next time.

I am actually going some where with all these random things...

-Samie