Randomness

Ever suddenly remember something you did a long time ago (for clarification, at this point in our lives, "a long time ago" could mean anything from two weeks ago to ten years ago), and wonder why you would ever behave in such a manner?

For instance, when you liked that one guy and you could never find the right outfit, accessories, or hair style? And you would dress yourself for class only to get home, know that you would see him in several hours, and start digging through the wardrobe convinced that what you had deemed appropriate for the rest of the world only that morning was somehow deficient when it came to seeing that guy? Why don't we realize how ridiculous that is at the time it's happening rather than continuing to litter the ground with apparel?

We all know in retrospect that the carefully matched shoes, purse, skirt, top, earrings, and barrette were a waste of time and energy. But we'd do it again in a heartbeat--and we do, just soon as the next "that guy" appears.

And why do we giggle? Why do we suddenly change our personalities and demeanors? BUT if we happen to snag the guy, we'll complain in a couple weeks that he doesn't like "the real me." Well, that's our own damn fault for not showing this "real me." Does the "real me" exist? If so, can I see it? Or will it giggle when asked to appear?

People. Let's stop being so idiotic. For no reason, I was caught off-guard by memories of standing before my mirror, trying to find that perfect hairdo, only to have the wise Kevbo inform me hours later, "You like him." "No, I don't. . . how did you know?" "You changed your hair. . . but don't worry. Straight men never pick up on things like that."

So ladies, unless you plan on dating a gay man, don't bother. Go out in your pajamas with bedhead and last night's makeup. Spare yourself the effort.