… cos I've got a shirt with a tiger (see how I styled it the last time I wore it)… insert additional Katy Perry lyrics here: …..
Anyway, today what I want to talk about is living off of an overseas military base. When I got here, I had no idea what living or working with the military would be like, and I have to say, I'm really not thrilled with it. Last weekend, I attended a function where I was the ONLY unmarried, childless, non-pregnant chick and let me tell you, I felt like I must have had a big black spot on my forehead the way I managed to stand out… or perhaps just not fit in.
The spouses don't really ever seem to have much to say to me. Granted, a lot of the time, conversations are about childbirth, strollers, diaper services, things that do not yet apply to my life, etc., but really… we're all girls. I get that I'm not a part of the married club, but puh-lease! I'm a nice girl and I just want to connect with other human beings.
I like to hang out with the kids, but I do that at work, and sometimes need to interact with grownups, which leaves me with the husbands. Most of my friends back in Chicago are dudes (unmarried, dudes, but dudes nonetheless), so I'm used to belching, chats about strip clubs, and the never-ending spew of sports scores and though I don't love it, the dudes tend not box me out… until their wives steer them away and I end up in a corner… Instagramming… cos that's how it usually goes.
I guess my beef is with the fact that we're all humans. None of us are in high school. I get that people may not like me just on principle, but (ROAR) BE FRIENDLY! I gave up all of my friends, the comforts of my home, sold most of my stuff, and here I am in a strange country where, try as I might, I cannot grasp the language, I spend 80% of the week with 3-year olds, and I just want to connect with people! Just 'cos I don't have a giant diamond sparkler on my left hand, a bun in the oven, or a munchkin of my own does not mean that I'm weird, diseased, contagious, etc.
Ok… done roaring. I feel much better. Time for a catnap!
Shirt vintage (from Soldier Boy's closet)
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