I went to Wal-Mart earlier this evening and was checking out when I thought, 'gee! I should get stamps!" Of course it's always a bit more of a process getting stamps at a store than somewhere like say, the Post Office. My cashier had to call over her CSM (C-something Shift Manager? Crazy Silly Man-helper?) to help her out. Oh, by the way, his name is Vinny. We're tight now. We laughed, we cried, our relationship grew. Then he had to come back over when my cashier's drawer didn't open to get the stamps out. She and I then became besties while we stared down Vinny waiting for his slow self to get over to the register.
My mother is quite the outgoing lady. She has little fear about being happy and welcoming and funny. As I get older, I am finding this trait appearing in myself more and more. Elementary school I was a shy child, cried a lot, and didn't really spread my wings (Though really, who does in grades 1-5?). Middle school was a mess-I didn't bathe (gross) I wore oversized clothes (mehh) and I listened to very angry music and attempted to be an angry child. High school I started over, found some people I clicked with, then shaz hit the fan and senior year was kind of a pile o'.
College I came out of my shell. Things got fun again, I found a great group of friends who were willing to be exciting and silly and kind of obnoxious. I got better at flirting, I was myself but the better version. And now I am fun. and happy and welcoming and funny and outgoing. I don't care as much if people think I'm weird, most people think I am funny and fun to be around. And I've seen my mommy do it and now I do it too.
So what's up Vinny. Great times today!!!
(I also get my unwillingness to let others help sometimes from her too. Gotta take the good with the bad, man.)
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