Have you ever had one of those out-of-body experiences where you suddenly realize that the way you see yourself isn’t always the way other people see you? I’ve been having several of those experiences lately and I find it so completely weird.
Yesterday while out with my mom I commented to her that I’m always stunned when someone invites me somewhere or tells me that they’re happy I came to their party because I truly and deeply to my core feel uncool, and I am always surprised that people want to spend time with me. My mom said that she thought I always managed to at least look cool and she wouldn’t have known that I didn’t feel cool. Even that little statement surprised me. Yes, I even thought that my mom knew I was uncool.
A friend commented on a Twitter post a while back where I said, “So hungry. Making dinner and trying not to shove all the Doritos into my mouth while I wait.” She commented, “That was the most un-Lisa like thing you have ever, ever said.” This amazed me because Doritos, like Oreos and Cheetos, are my weakness. I am always trying not to shove all the Doritos in my mouth. I fake self control in public, but only because of the shame of public scarfing. Except at Chili’s – you BBCS ladies have seen me inhale some chips. But maybe other people don’t see me as the weak, carb-addicted junkie that I see. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Then again today another friend commented on my Facebook status where I wrote that I “…much prefer shopping to working.” He said that he didn’t see me as a shopper. This makes me feel good because I don’t want to be seen as a shallow shoppaholic, and really I am not a typical shopper, but in all honesty, I go to Jo-Ann Fabric at least twice a week. I would consider that shopping.
People have told me that they see me as a tea drinker, not a coffee drinker. What does this say about me? Also most people automatically assume that I’m a vegetarian, although I haven’t been one for 10 years or more. Isn’t that strange?
So I think of myself as an uncool, junk food-loving, coffee drinking, meat-eating consumer and everyone else sees a what? Reserved, controlled, tea-loving vegetarian?? Wow, you all have a much higher opinion of me than I do. How weird is that?
Also, these pictures have nothing to do with anything except for the fact that they’re the Calvin Klein plates I bought yesterday (while SHOPPING!) and I got them (all ten of them) for $10 at the outlet store. Woot! Now you can all picture me as a thrifty bargain shopper, too.