Bifocals and Barbells

Today there was a conversation about that wonderfully unique time Of life when some kids decide to try to reinvent themselves between 8th grade and freshman year. I’m not sure entirely what drives it, but now that I’m through with it, it’s fascinating to watch. 

Teens, much like humans, want to know where their tribe is.

For me, I was bent on being “punk”; a far reaching goal for a middle class kid growing up on a ranch in Cottonwood. 

I remember my undercooked brain making very conscious decisions to try to be noticed as weird, but still feeling like I was going to get found out as being poser weird. (Hey, brains really are still developing at 14,..cut old me some slack). 

My world revolved around it. Choosing only to listen to music that hardly anyone has ever heard of, trying to wear as many rubber bracelets as possible, making sure my bangs hung in my face, intentional sullen looks, fuschia pink highlights, the whole nine ridiculous yards. 

Putting in my best efforts. Wondering if I passed.

Then it happened! I was at Carl’s Jr on Cypress, wearing my finest “I’m weird” regalia, right down to the red beret. The employees were having a judgy conversation. With disgust; one said to the other, “We’re getting more of these punkers.” She curled her lip and gestured…towards me!!!I’d made it!

In those days, I was pretty sure that no one else was struggling to find their niche. Turns out, lots of teens want to be different just like everybody else (bwah ha!). 

So, if you know the kids doing weird shit as teens to figure out who the heck they are; ride it out. They may be tomorrow’s quirky adults in the making!

3. That’s the entire number of prompts needed for me to try a blog. Well, technically, one prompt and two “yea”s. So, yea…I’m like the Rock of Gibraltar up in here when it comes to peer pressure.

I’ve never blogged before, but I’m usually not short on words. Some of those words are even clean.

If y’all are interested, I’ll happily share my unsolicited thoughts on a number of subjects. Preliminary entry ideas include gems such as “Arthritis and Hook Grip” or “Don’t Box Jump with Bifocals” or “Instant Pots and Crockpots: Not All Heroes Wear Capes”

If I’m hitting the mark in what I think of blogging, reading will result in maybe a little entertainment, maybe a little motivation, and a lot of permission to be your version of okay. If those fall short, maybe a watermark for how not to be. (i.e. “Whew! I’m feeling a little undone. Let’s check in on Adams and see if she’s off the tracks more than me” bwah ha!

Allright Bonnie! Get to following! 😏