I like to think that I march to a different drum. That, while everyone else is going left, I go right because it’s different. I’m a fan of Robert Frost’s “Road Not Taken,”not because it’s cool to like, but because, like the man in the poem, I would rather see something unique, even if it means it’s a more difficult route.
Now granted, I don’t dress outlandishly, and I don’t listen to strange music; unless you consider groups like Enigma, Kitaro or Enya strange (OK, Cretu is a bit odd, but…). I drive a plain old Dodge Dakota truck in a “normal” blue color, and my tastes in decor lean towards traditional.
So, while I am very much a normal kind of person, in my head, I style myself as a free thinker.
That’s why I was so surprised recently when, as I stood outside my shower waiting on the water to warm up (Yes! And wasting water!), I discovered that, despite my personal beliefs about not being “pegged,” I am in fact, part of the herd, whose tastes and preferences are easily anticipated.
So without further ado, I’d like to present, my herd mentality:
My only consolation, is that CareerMom is as “unspecial” as myself.
We are, birds of a feather, which is ironic in itself.
thanks for the laugh!
Nothing says marching to the beat of your own drummer liking throwing in one of those pink poofs (I don’t know the official name, but it’s like a big mesh, scrubby thingy). I’m sure CareerMom wouldn’t give you a hard time about that 🙂
RE: Hers is white with pink stripes!
I used to use one, but have since gone back to the good old washcloth!