Today I'm providing you with a rambling post. It might even seem to change directions mid-post. But it is all in an effort to get you to tomorrow's post. I know this seems to make no sense. Trust me, ok? Just ramble along with me for awhile. It might end up being fun. Eventually. OK, here goes ….
I don't know why I'm missing girly genes, but I am. When I was a kid I struggled with this at times. All the girly girls wanted to spend time shopping and playing with make-up and I wanted to read books, write stories, and play baseball with my older brother and his friends. Not much has changed over the years.
I have close, wonderful, female friends but I still turn to my male friends first. If I have a choice of going shopping or sitting on the beach with a book, I'll choose the book every time. I'm an introvert, but if I know you and trust you I won't hold back a thing. I suppose I'm an outgoing introvert. (I love oxymorons, don't you?)
I've come to accept myself over the years. I confuse a lot of other people though. One of the benefits of getting a little older is you truly know who you are and come to terms with it. There are, of course, a lot of negatives to being who I am. I don't have a very nice wardrobe. I prefer shorts or jeans and t-shirts to any other clothes. I throw on mascara, but rarely any other make-up so I am far from the most "put together" female around.
I also don't filter my thoughts very often when I speak. In other words, if it goes through my brain it most likely comes out of my mouth. It's a very helpful trait for offending people, and it also allows me to insert my foot into my mouth on a regular basis. The positive is, I don't play games. Ever. If I'm feeling it, you know it. Never mind that I might feel differently in a week, you always know exactly where I am right then.
In spite of my many and obvious flaws, I actually have some friends. Remarkable, isn't it? Some of them I've even had for many years.
Yesterday was a spectacular day here in Orange County. I spent a good deal of the morning with The Torturer, but he let me leave a little earlier than usual. (Yay!) The day greeted me with joy. The air was crystal clear, and my car thermometer read 93 as I drove away from PT. I decided to stop at the Money Town Starbucks for an iced tea on my way home.
I ran into an acquaintance while at Starbucks. She is a Money Town resident and although we are not close friends, we are friendly.
Jodi seemed very excited to see me. She was more excited to see me than I was to see her. Don't get me wrong, Jodi is a nice enough person. We just don't have a lot in common. Her Money Town status and possessions are very important to her. My shorts and t-shirts are not very important to me. We're very different people.
Whenever I run into someone I haven't seen for awhile the routine is pretty much the same. It was no different with Jodi yesterday. I got a zillion questions about my recovery from the car accident. Everyone wants to know how I am, can I use my arm, can they see me try to move it, etc. I think they all need to see with their own eyes what I can and can't do. Maybe this helps them to grasp it all, or more likely, it gives them something to gossip about.
Then, always, and I do mean always, the questions begin about the lawsuit. Particularly from my Money Town friends. Everyone is just dying to know if I'm going to become an overnight millionaire. They want to know if I'm going to become one of them. They do their best to see if they can get me to mention a dollar figure.
It gets old.
I may not have much of a brain-mouth filter, but I do have enough sense not to discuss my finances with casual acquaintances. My sitemeter tells me I've got a lot of Money Town readers, however. For all of them, let me offer this. I am not going to become one of you, and all the money in the world would not change that. (Please re-read the first four paragraphs of today's post if you need clarification.) In addition, all the money in the world would not make what I've gone through any better. In the least. Lastly, the outcome of the case has not been determined yet. I may get nothing.
Jodi decided she could be helpful to me. She asked me a lot of questions at Starbucks and determined that my life is a mess and in need of her guidance. What do you think? Do you think Jodi was offering to help out with some of the things I can't manage with one working arm? Do you think Jodi was offering friendship, moral support, or anything along those lines?
Let's see who can get closest to guessing what Jodi thinks I need help with. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think the priorities in Money Town might be. Tomorrow I'll tell you my Jodi story and we'll see who had the best guess. Think about it for a minute. You live in Money Town. Your life is cushioned and sheltered. A non-girly acquaintance is in a car accident and goes through five surgeries. It's over two years later, but you decide suddenly, and for the first time, you want to help. What do you think a Money Town resident would feel is important?