I hadn't planned to write about this topic, but what the hell. This entire week has been disrupted by one thing or another and at this point … I'm just going to go with it.
You don't mind if I rant a little, do you? I don't do it often and everyone needs a bit of a bitch session now and then.
Oh, and by saying my week has been disrupted, I mean unexpected things happened this week. Things like needles inserted into my shoulder, no sleep due to sky-rocketing pain levels, swine flu for my son, and other general chaos like that.
I'm a 5th generation native Californian and yet there are times when I look at the people surrounding me here in Orange County and I wonder how the hell I got here. Granted, not all of Orange County is quite as pretentious as the area I live in, but ….
I've been to several "functions" this week. I've also been forced to socialize in informal settings far more than my introverted self is comfortable with. I don't know why, at this point in my life, anything still surprises me.
This week alone I (so far) have had eight (8!) people ask me how much money I make writing Twenty Four At Heart. Do I ask you how much money you make at your job or hobby? No, I don't. I don't because I learned at a very young age that it is exceedingly rude to inquire into other people's finances.
I realize a lot of people in Orange County are all about money, but really? Next time I'm asked I'm going to make up some exorbitantly high figure and quote it right back at whoever asks.
If you asked me that question this week, you're rude.
I was introduced to someone this week as "a sex writer."
This introduction was made in a snarky tone of voice with clear disapproval by the person introducing me.
When did I become a porn writer?
Some of these OC bitches are a little uptight, don't ya think?
I've written about my perky boobs and therefore I've morphed into a porn writer?
The woman who said that? I bet she's lousy in bed. How much do you want to bet? If you're prudish enough to think mentioning perky boobs equals pornography writing you can't be a good lay.
Just sayin' …
By the way? If I wanted to be a porn writer, I'd be a porn writer. I'd also be a damned good one, because otherwise – why bother?
I'm not quite done with my rant yet.
Another one of Orange County's finest asked me in an accusatory tone when I was going "to make something of myself."
Apparently, in her eyes, I'm pretty worthless.
What would she like me to make of myself?
Do you suppose she made that comment because I'm *disabled* with only one fully functioning arm?
Or is it because I write 24 which is, in her opinion, clearly a waste of my life?
I wonder what, in her eyes, makes a person worthwhile vs. worthless. Should I be making more money? Should I have lots of plastic surgery so I look like all the other women around here? Do I need to be a celebrity so I fit into the L.A. scene?
No thank you.
My life is far from perfect, but I'll take it the way it is. Not only that … but I like who I am. I wonder if she can say the same?
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