Thruought my life, I've been told that I look like this person:
And, most recently, THIS person:
For those of you who don't know, girl #1 is Clarissa from Clarissa Explains it All. Girl #2 is Sally from 3rd Rock From the Sun, and girl #3 is Jan Brady from A Brady Bunch Movie.
I don't know how I feel about this.
I guess if you've ever wondered what I look like, you can just imagine a combination of those three and that's me. Personally, I think I look most like Clarissa.
For a long time, I desperately wanted to look like Clarissa. Then people started telling me I did.
And they DIDN'T STOP.
And I didn't want to look like Clarissa anymore.
Which was good, because about two years later I started looking like Sally. Now I look like Jan Brady, but mostly only to Aaron.
I guess this is okay, because I can identify with each of these people to an extent.
Clarissa had cool clothes. I STILL wish I had her clothes, even if I no longer desire to look like her. And her best friend is a guy, and my best friend was a guy for most of my life, and I guess he's still my best friend, I just never get to see him anymore. And she put all sorts of stuff on her walls which I do too. And her mom was obsessed with health. MAN, can I relate.
Sally was a alien. Naturally, she had NO clue what she was doing on earth. I can relate to THIS, because I feel the same way. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time. Plus, she's the prettiest of the three, so I don't mind being told I look like her.
Jan, well, poor Jan, she hardly ever gets credit for her ideas, and is always shoved to the background. I can relate on account of hardly ever being able to finish my stories, on account of other people interrupting and not getting back to what I was saying. And for the credit thing...*sigh*. Maybe I should just expect less of people. But, for example, at school, I wrote this fabulous song to sell these pads that you put in the seat of your chair to make it more "comfortable"...it went like this: "Butt pads for sale, butt pads for sale, if you buy a butt pad, your butt won't hurt." Me, I thought this was brilliant. A few shows later (this was during theater), I teach the song to a couple of other girls. They decided "Butt pad" is crude. They change my brilliant tune to go like THIS: "Cushions for sale, cushions for sale, if you buy a cushion, your tush won't hurt."
And suddenly, it's a hit...and everyone's saying how brilliant THEY are.
Perhaps I shouldn't get to offended by this, but still. Principle.
What was the purpose of this post? I forget.