Ten Reasons I Will Never Be Popular

Well, as if you haven’t heard enough from me today, I’m posting ten reasons I will never be popular.  Because, well, it’s Ten Things Tuesday!

10.  I’m a dork.  And I’m okay with that.  Now.  As a teenager, not so much.  As a young adult, I wanted to be perfect.  Now I’m happy with being imperfect.  And dorky.

9.  I don’t care if I wear make up.  Yes, I think my eyes look better with a little color and liner, but no, it is not imperative that I have it on before leaving the house to go into town.  I’m a rebel like that.

8.  I ask lots of questions.  It annoys a lot of people.  If it annoys the people I care about, they will tell me.  Usually by some sort of sarcastic comment like, “You’ve reached your question quota for the day, try again tomorrow.”  And I’m okay with that too.  Because I will just put the questions in my Note App on my smart phone and ask them tomorrow.

7.  I have no fashion sense.  My five year old daughter notices people’s shoes.  I am lucky to notice if they have clothes on.  I’m lucky to notice if I am wearing my crocks in public.  One day, she won’t want to be seen with me.  But until then, I’m safe.

6.  I say dumb things.  And when I say dumb things that crack me up, I laugh out loud.  At myself.

5.  When something really cracks me up, I snort when I laugh.  Yep. Sure do.

4.  I read more than I drink.  Which is probably a good thing.  Especially at work.

3.  I don’t like large social settings.  I know that sounds weird for an extrovert, but it’s true.  I am uncomfortable in a crowd.  There, I said it.

2.  I haven’t seen a movie in a theater since I went to see The Smurfs at the free summer cinema with my mom and my daughter.  When she was two.  She’s five now.  The last movie I watched in a theater was Star Wars The Phantom Menace.  Seriously.  Also, I have never watched Grey’s Anatomy, and I didn’t watch Seinfeld or Friends until it was on reruns.  And I never watch the news.  I am not up to date on current events, therefore, not much on conversation outside of work and kids.  And the only time I go out to dinner is once a year, with my husband, on our anniversary.  Seriously.  The last time I went to dinner with friends was over two years ago.

1. I don’t care about being popular. It was once the “thing” to be.  But now it seems like a lot of work.  And I already have two jobs:  being a wife and mother.  And that’s the only kind of popular I want to be.