Friday, February 8
The "It" Girl
Let me tell you a story my mom told me. While mom was in the hospital, an older nurse with a sour look on her face came into her room and announced she was going to give mom a sponge bath. She wrapped a washrag around her hand, jerked my mom's head back, and started scrubbing her face. My mom started laughing and couldn't stop. The nurse tossed the washrag down and asked my mother, "What's so funny?" Between fits of laughter my mom says, "You're the most hateful woman I've ever met." For the rest of her stay in the hospital, that nurse came to her room and the two of them talked like old friends.
Okay folks, I've seen her do things like this before. She could be sitting in a crowded room, and before you know it, she's got everyone's attention. It's not something she does on purpose. People are just drawn to her. She's the epitome of an extrovert. She can make the worst sourpuss in the world laugh. She has "It". Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.
I'm an introvert. It's why I enjoy dreaming and writing so much. I love getting lost in another world. A trait I got from my dad. But he can be hilarious once he gets to know you.
I'm a fan of the underdog. I wanted the phantom to get the girl in Phantom of the Opera. Even when I wasn't the underdog, that's who I related to. In junior high, I was a cheerleader. I dated a basketball player. And I hung out with the not so popular kids. Why? Because they were real friends. We didn't talk behind each others backs, or steal boyfriends. Back then, that's who the "It" girls were. And I refused to be one of them.
As an adult, the "It" girls are women like my mom. Women that sparkle and shine. Makes you want to hang out with her. I'm lucky. I get to do that whenever I want.
BTW, the picture is me and mom. The pic was her idea. I love her! Dad, don't feel slighted. I love you bunches too! Besides, you already got your blog.