November 10th, 2004
I was never really a normal girl…
Never liked dolls.
You would never find me playing with Barbies. Vandalizing them, yes… Playing, no. Never liked stuffed animals either. Oh no, I preferred “build-your-own” kits from Radio Shack, my Speak & Spell, and any other electronic device that I could get my hands on. Of course, that never stopped my family from buying me dolls.
In fact, one Christmas my dad got me this doll that was supposed to cycle through a series of laughs when you bounced her on your knee. Sounded awful. I quickly realized that she would produce the same sounds while playing handball with her against the wall. Sick and twisted? Nah, just good entertainment.
Don’t send me flowers.
It certainly doesn’t help that I’m allergic to every living plant and animal, but nevertheless, the idea of receiving flowers rubs my fierce practicality the wrong way. You spent how much on these? We could have purchased a new XBox game and had money left over for some tacos! Flowers make me feel guilty… What a waste of money.
Lacks traditional dreams.
My sorority sisters had all planned their future weddings down to the last detail, already knew how many children they wanted and what their names would be. They knew what style of home they wanted, how they were going to decorate it, and what kind of station wagon or minivan they would drive to soccer practice. All they needed was the proper financial/marital backing.
Somehow coming from a single-parent household saved me from that modus operandi. Growing up, I always knew that I was going to have to fend for myself. As it was, my personal survival was in my own hands from the age of five. When you’ve been taking care of yourself for that long, you never assume some Prince Charming will come along and pick up the reins.
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7 Comments
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Lisa | November 11th, 2004 at 6:06 pm
Normal is overrated and overreported.
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Neb | November 11th, 2004 at 6:43 pm
Dear Abby:
Normal? What’s that? I DID like dolls, but I grew out of baby dolls at a very early age. By age 10 or 11 I had at least one Barbie, but she wore GI Joe’s hand-me-down fatigues and drove the Sunshine Family’s yellow pickup. She and Joe were always off on some adventure or another, kind of a proto Lara Croft. I remember the day she got too close to the forest fire (dad burning leaves) and got an instant curly hairdo: oops!
I confess, I do like flowers. Carnations smell yummy. I wish roses smelled like carnations. Carnations are cheaper, too…
Wedding? Plan? Me neither. My future plans involved swords and boats and wild adventures, with the possibility of meeting Mr. Right in there somewhere. I finally found him, and he has swords and horses instead of boats. I can get my own boat. I figured out at a young age that “two halves do NOT make a whole”. The whole “I’m looking for a man to complete me” thing is from the pit of Hell. Two halves make two halves. Two whole people make a great team, IMO.
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BT | November 11th, 2004 at 10:32 pm
I remember a hot summer day not TOO long ago how your car smelled after leaving a rose in it… of course my cologne probably was heavy also.
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Keith of R.Electrons | November 12th, 2004 at 10:17 am
Build your own kits from Radio Shack! I loved them. I built an FM reciever that could overtune into part of the aircraft band – it was so cool. And the
who liked them.
305070150300-in-1 kits were great! I’m glad I’ve finally met a person of the fermale persuasionAnd speak and spell was fun. It was my little sister’s. My cousin figured out a way to get it to ‘curse’: ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘S’, ‘O’, and ‘B’.
Flowers seem to be romantic – but deep inside, I’m more of your point of view: you could buy all sorts of other things with that money. You really need pretties that smell nice? Find something that looks nice and spritz it with purfume. It will last longer and cost a whole lot less.
Gad – I couldn’t stand being with a person who had that many preconceptions about life and marriage. Life is a journey, not a predestined military exersize.
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Neb | November 12th, 2004 at 12:12 pm
“predestined military exersize” Boy, you said it. I just attended a wedding two weeks ago that fit that description. It was the first time I had seen the bride in about a year, because once the wedding was “on” she dropped out of society and went into full-on planning mode. Sad part? She’s 50, not 22.
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Can | November 12th, 2004 at 2:18 pm
Marry me… NOW!
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zee | November 12th, 2004 at 8:18 pm
i disliked barbie, still do. just was never real to me. i’d rather play with boys. ;o)