I definitely would be hard pressed to find a label to put on me, so I’m not even going to try. Instead, I will share random meaningless facts about me.
Random, meaningless facts:
I have a size 8 shoe, which I assume means I have a size 8 foot. I hate my feet being naked so I am always wearing shoes. I would rather sweep and mop my floors then have to take my shoes off. I hate going to people’s houses if I know they’re anti-shoe-in-the-house. Unfortunately, my best friends are all anti-shoes.
I am an advocate for children, but just my own. I personally don’t care about other people’s kids. I don’t even really like other people’s kids (heck, sometimes I don’t even like my own). The fact that people still trust me to care for their kids makes me believe that they don’t like their kids either.
I’m pro-choice. I think people should have the right to terminate if they choose. Trust me, chances are we’re better off with some people not breeding.
I would love to be in a plural marriage just because I’d be the first wife and I could tell my sister-wife to take the kids from time to time. Granted that I’d have to her rug rats from time to time, so maybe that wouldn’t be such a great time. Not to mention, I’d have to share my husband, and that’d be a challenge.
I’m more tolerant than most. I think it’s because I expect people to sometimes not use the best judgement.
I’m a college drop out. It just wasn’t for me. Here’s hoping that I didn’t make a wrong decision. I guess, on the plus side, I’ve already paid off my student loans. There is some method to my madness.