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Garden-Variety Girl

In an extended moment of humility and honesty today, I began thinking that I must spend most of my time entertaining my own delusions of grandeur. Like a tortured artist, many of my musings are concerned with the dilemma that nobody understands me deep down, that I am a complex mosaic of secrets. My music, my song, my tale, is one too profound for the faint of heart.

And then I was like, wait a sec, really? How come I think I'm so special? I'm actually like anybody else. Any other girl. I like surprises and fresh flowers and sunny days and chocolate and sparkly things and a pair of heels crafted of excellent leather. I like good hair days and smiling widely at others. I like laughing at stupid jokes and going really crazy over good dessert. I like cheesy love ballads and dancing with abandon and poking fun at celebrity antics. I even like wearing hats and the idea of a Sunday bonnet, were it not for the fact that modernly they are for old ladies who shop at Barneys and religious services. Although I'm pushing 30, I still fantasize about running across a meadow singing, "The hills are alive..!" I clap my hands in delight more often than I'd like to admit.

So, the jig is up. I am sitting pretty right at the top of that bell curve.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 4:12 PM