Sitting with a group of friends late last night at a diner in what appeared to have become an intervention, I was told that I might indeed be wound a little too tight. It took a bit of convincing but ultimately I saw the light.
“When did I become so uptight?” I innocently asked my bestie.
“At birth?” he instantly replied but then gave it more thought and followed with “for crying out loud, you’re a Republican!”
The truth is that I do have a lot of rules that I use to govern my behavior. (Strangely, few rules or anything else for that matter govern what comes out of my mouth but whatevs…) Some of these rules are based on gender (“Women shouldn’t do that!”) while others are based on age (“I’m too old for that!”) Even more are based on self-defined standards for social acceptability that exist only in my mind.
But now that I’m 28-ish, I want to challenge some of my own thinking both on personal and political fronts. I want to make sure my perspective is well balanced and fair. I want to prove that the truth loses nothing to investigation. And dammit, I wanna loosen the hell up!
So, for the next year, I will spend time each weekend doing one thing that pushes my personal boundaries. Maybe I’ll dance on a table, maybe I’ll go out without a perfectly matched belt-bag-shoe combination. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll listen to a liberal talk and try not to vomit.
Who knows? The possibilities are endless.
So…….what the hell does this have to do with you, you ask?
Clearly, you didn’t think I would embark on such a journey and not bore you to death with every single detail, did you?
p.s. ish=12 years (For those of you who got stuck on that 28)