More Proof I'm Narcissistic or Texan ..Whichever

She was born and raised behind the gated communities and generic personalities of suburbia Texas. But, it takes alot more than a happy meal to make me happy and lot more than housewives and their gates to encage my imagination. Of course my parents didn't realize until after they had their first born daughter not to tell her "she is the world". As a result, I'm far too narcissistic for my own good. Karma keeps me in check but, I'm glad my self-assurance has lead to independence and such great swag.

I'm a little more than useless and my confidence is ever shifting for I am rarely the same girl on any given two days. I use alot of words and am far too animated to be drawn to ignorance. I hold myself to a high regard because if I don't, who will? When I was 7 my grandfather took me by the hand and we purchased my first Barbie. I loved her with all my might except for the part where she was Latina. My parents often engaged in buying me toys closest to my representative heritage. I then demanded that my grandpa take her back and get the real Barbie. He bent down and whispered "My love, if you ask for a rose you must respect the thorn." It was then I realized I had to do more than hope and wish for a brighter future, I had to become my future.

So now I've just stopped asking; I demand praise. I don't think like most people do and am god awful at following directions. I have a fear of vomit and an increasing case of O.C.D. I'm alot to handle but, worth the wait. NONE of that however is what this blog is about....or perhaps it is.This blog is about expression and release. Someone pisses me off, I blog, we call it even. I need closure and this is how I get it.It's my version of Prince Charming and a happy ending.

I spend my days busied with careers I'm only slightly passionate about. As a KG teacher, fitness instructor, and full-time RA, it's pretty obvious I'm not sure where I'm going in life but, I'll be damned if I don't get there somehow. I love my parents, like my siblings, enjoy decent books, good conversation and better food. Sometimes I've got jokes and sometimes it's tears. But, until I find myself meeting 'him', the one, it's Coach, blogging and inappropriate humor.



This blogger is also a pretty big fan of sleep & being Muslim.

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