Tonight we have to go to the in-law’s to celebrate the New Year.I am dreading it because I have to again face my mother-in-law,the Queen Bevvie and possibly my sister-in-law,Princess Jessica.I am not like them.I do not enjoy stamping things with other little rubber doodads.I don’t enjoy making my own holiday/birthday cards with cardstock and some glitter.I don’t hang out at the local craft store,stocking up on silk flowers and second-hand old bridal lace.I am not more concerned about the state of my six-year-old,extremely out-of-date wardrobe than I am about the state the US in right now.I do not bitch and whine about how only extrmely skinny people look good in such and such outfits.I do not drive an SUV.I am not a princess.I have a real job(or I did until Barnes and Noble let me go).I like black,not fluffy,frilly pastels that make me look sickly.I am not tan.I am pale and I like being pale.I don’t enjoy dressing up.I prefer ratty old jeans from Target,not some trumped up,over priced junk from Macy’s or whatever. I wear real teeshirts,with real logos on them,not short sleeved,scoop-necked things that are pretending to be teeshirts.I like reading comic books,not Good Housekeeping or Martha Stewart Living.I am not a princess.I was not raised with a silver spoon in my mouth like Queen Bevvie and Princess Jessica.I realize that I am NOT what Queen Bevvie wanted for Prince Corvette Guy.I am not a society butterfly.I am not thin.I am not a peppy little cheerleader.I am the gothic anti-cheerleader.I just wish that after nearly a decade of being together those two would realize that and get over it. King CorvetteLover(fatherinlaw)has and I love him for it.CrownPrince HunterGuy(Princess Jessica’s husband)has and he’s a blast to hang out with.Prince CorvetteGuy obviously knew what he wanted so stop throwing it in my face that he should’ve married so-and-so from blahblahblah. I am SICK of it…I will never be what you want me to be.I can only be myself.
IDBB