Here are three things about me that…well…just read the title.
1. I don’t care for most live music. I know! All the cool kids looooove a good concert. Not me. There are a million other ways I would prefer to spend my evening.
Nine shows out of ten I am like “ehhh…I’m tired of standing…This music is too loud…I can’t even hear the person next to me…My back hurts…”. Then I go home and shake my cane at the kids on my lawn.
Exception: outdoor concerts that are conducive to sitting and chatting and hearing one’s neighbor. (Like the Lumineers at the Pavilion last month!!!)
2. I don’t care much for beer, wine, or chocolate. I know! How am I a woman in her late 30’s who doesn’t just LIVE for wine and chocolate at the end of the day? This is the stereotype that has sprung a thousand memes!
But-for real- I could not have any of those things for the rest of my life and I would be perfectly fine. I mean- I will always choose a chocolate chip cookie over oatmeal raisin. Because I like chocolate more than dried fruit, as far as desserts go.
But I choose a vanilla-based ice cream over chocolate. Always. And am juuuust fine with a taste of wine, and that’s it. Beer-meh. I’ll pass.
3. Loud parties strike me as fun about once a year. Oh gosh- no. What am I thinking? Maybe every four years.
Like, when the stars align I am ON for a loud party. I’m cracking jokes and dancing and making some stellar small talk. Try to stop me!
But most of the time a loud party has the same effect as live music. Just get me back home and on my couch, thanks. With a carton of vanilla-based ice cream.
I used to sort of feel self-conscious about #1 and #3. It seems like fun people like concerts and parties. But I don’t and now I don’t care anymore. The only time I care about #2 is when I am offered beer or wine and need to answer that- nope- I am not opposed to either, I just don’t like either of them. But knock yourself out.
Is there anything you used to feel lame about, but now you don’t? I’m all ears.