I’ve never liked fortune cookies. They always taste stale to me, and I don’t really like slips of paper inside my food. And here lately, any fortune would probably smack of cruel irony, so I’ll pass.
It’s amazing how resistant my friends are to me choosing not to partake in the whole fortune cookie thing. They almost seem offended, or at best confused, by my decision. There’s usually an attempt to force one on me.
It reminds me of when people are drinking alcohol and I just want ginger ale. It’s as if I’m raining on their parade, or they can’t enjoy themselves unless everyone in their presence is similarly tipsy. I don’t get it.
It also reminds me of the time my late sister caught me only mouthing the words as others sang happy birthday to someone. (You really don’t want to hear me sing. Trust me.) Because of that she tried to make me sing it by myself, as everyone looked on. Once she realized the crowd didn’t find that idea as funny as she did, and were in fact uncomfortable by the concept, she backed off.
Things like this make me more sympathetic to people who like to march to the beat of a different drummer. I try really hard not to bully or embarrass those who are not following the crowd. They have their reasons and have every right to their preferences. At least I hope I’m sensitive to those situations. I hope I’m supportive.
One of the highest compliments I’ve ever gotten was from my late boyfriend. He said, “You are the only woman who lets me be myself. I’m so comfortable with you.” That meant a lot to me, because it’s something I try to live by.
Let it be.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
This makes me like you even more… if that’s possible.
Awwww…you follow the beat of a different drummer, too. That’s why.
my drummer plays the kazoo
Of course. 🙂
yup
love this post!
Thanks Kaylie. 🙂