I've never considered myself a "girly-girl." In fact, I denounced pink as my favorite color in 7th grade and refused to wear anything in the prissy hue, instead reaching for black and army-print garb. Yet when I walked into the biker club's pig roast last Saturday, I felt a little bit girly (and I wore black! Ripped black!). Perhaps it's impossible to feel tough next to so much leather and do-rags? Hmm.
Anyway, it was probably one of the better Saturdays I've experienced lately (up until about 10 pm, but that's another story). There were cool people, good food, and cold beer: 3 must haves for a good party. (There were also Jaeger shots, which may or may not have fueled the bad part of the evening...meh, woops) It kind of goes to show you how wrong it is to judge a book by its cover, however cliche that may sound. If I had seen some of the men and women from that party at another bar or on the street somewhere, I probably would have been scared of them or, if I were with my sorority sister friends, thought I was better than them. Yet when I let my guard down and had to try to make them like me, I realized we're not all that different. We all have our insecurities and our confidences. We all get a little too drunk sometimes. We all inappropriately yell that our male friends are wearing mirrored sunglasses to be able to stare at tits all day (Or maybe that's just me). More than anything, we all want to fit in and have a good time. Maybe it's easier for some and harder for others, but isn't that everyone's goal in the grand scheme of things? To be well liked? Without people to share things with, life pretty much sucks. I can tell you from experience. I've been there. Well maybe not really there, but I know what it's like to feel alone and not have anyone to call or spend time with, to not have your family around you. And, to reiterate, it sucks. Nothing is nearly as happy as it should be, and everything is ten times as sad. There's no one there to diffuse your anger, which in turn multiplies until everything makes you mad, no matter how innocuous.
Sorry for getting off track here, but I suppose that happens sometimes. In a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is that we all need to open up and not instantly reject people because of where they're from or what they look like. Maybe we all need to find the biker babe inside.
Anyway, it was probably one of the better Saturdays I've experienced lately (up until about 10 pm, but that's another story). There were cool people, good food, and cold beer: 3 must haves for a good party. (There were also Jaeger shots, which may or may not have fueled the bad part of the evening...meh, woops) It kind of goes to show you how wrong it is to judge a book by its cover, however cliche that may sound. If I had seen some of the men and women from that party at another bar or on the street somewhere, I probably would have been scared of them or, if I were with my sorority sister friends, thought I was better than them. Yet when I let my guard down and had to try to make them like me, I realized we're not all that different. We all have our insecurities and our confidences. We all get a little too drunk sometimes. We all inappropriately yell that our male friends are wearing mirrored sunglasses to be able to stare at tits all day (Or maybe that's just me). More than anything, we all want to fit in and have a good time. Maybe it's easier for some and harder for others, but isn't that everyone's goal in the grand scheme of things? To be well liked? Without people to share things with, life pretty much sucks. I can tell you from experience. I've been there. Well maybe not really there, but I know what it's like to feel alone and not have anyone to call or spend time with, to not have your family around you. And, to reiterate, it sucks. Nothing is nearly as happy as it should be, and everything is ten times as sad. There's no one there to diffuse your anger, which in turn multiplies until everything makes you mad, no matter how innocuous.
Sorry for getting off track here, but I suppose that happens sometimes. In a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is that we all need to open up and not instantly reject people because of where they're from or what they look like. Maybe we all need to find the biker babe inside.
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