My Life As A Pie Chart
My best friend from college posted this on my Facebook wall yesterday, and I never knew a pie chart could so perfectly explain my life:
Yes, uh huh, yes, duh, yeah, and hell yeah!
NO PANTS is the only way to live.
Since the invention of mix tapes, I have been creating epic playlists. Since my dad is a music connoisseur, he always has a prolific record/CD collection as well as superior stereo equipment. Anyone remember the reel-to-reel? My playlists are the best (in my humble, objective opinion).
If you know me at all, you know how I feel about “realists” – they are Debbie Downers who call themselves “realists” because it sounds better.
It took me a while to stop caring about what others expect of me. I had to weed out friends and family whose favorite hobby is judging people. I know we all do it to some extent, but some people are just way better at judging others all day everyday.
I’ve never really identified as an introvert since I was raised by a southern mother who is a social butterfly. I always had friends, but didn’t like being part of the herd. My adolescent brain decided that needing to be a part of the crowd was a weakness and possible fatal character flaw.
Maybe I am an introvert with extrovert tendencies. Maybe it’s situational. Maybe there is a spectrum. Maybe it doesn’t matter what the label is. My inner rebellious teen is screaming, “Don’t label me, man!”
Either way, I love and appreciate the wonderful people in my life, and I LOVE my alone time. News flash: it is possible to be an introvert without being a creepy dungeon troll.
Okay, I’m off to live the good life (sitting around the house listening to my epic playlists sans pantalones).