Lori
One day, when I was twelve, I realized that trying to be a "nice girl" so other people will like you is never going to work. I then decided that I was going to try to be a good person, but be true to myself.
I am considerate, and even kind, but I live on my own terms.
I hardly ever wear makeup because it's bad for the skin and it's a waste of time. I am a healthy weight and enjoy good food. I watch my diet because my family has a history of heart problems. I hate gyms, and all those people who are so involved in "sculpting the perfect body" in order to impress the opposite sex. Life is much too interesting to waste on being overly involved in my appearance. I ride horses and bikes, practice Karate, fish and garden because I love doing these things.
I despise weak, helpless "girly girls" and men who appear overly charming, or macho, though I enjoy the company of people who are genuinely pleasant.
I do not waste my time on people who constantly want to talk about their sexual relationships. There is a whole universe of experience where such relationships are simply irrelevant. Most people simply aren't as interesting as a good book, or trying out a new skill. I do encourage the friendship of those who are well balanced and interesting.
The words "if you really loved me..." bring out the merciless avenger goddess in me. The automatic response is "Then I guess I don't." When my husband and I started to date I told him the worst thing he could say to me, and the one thing he'd never hear from me is "If you really loved me, you'd know why I'm upset." I'm not psychic, so how the hell am I supposed to know such a thing? You're upset, you tell me. If you can't communicate like an adult, I'm too busy to get into an emotional ego-trap with you.
I've encountered people who I consider self-destructive whiners. Those I drop heartlessly like a hot potato.
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