Being Female
I’m not scared to jump
I’m not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I woudn’t be scared at all
- “Falling” by Florence + the Machine
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Being female kind of sucks.
One comes to this realization when one has to go shopping for essentials and winds up spending just under $80 at Walmart, of all places. Granted, about half of that was spent on a new iPod dock (the cheapest one, mind you), because as I mentioned previously my old one is broken. And I need my music. The other half was spent on body wash, shaving cream, disposable razors (because the razor refills I wanted to get were three times the price of the disposables), shampoo and conditioner (which I had to get the 2n1), tampons, and chocolate chip cookies for the impending monthly visit. Oh, plus a pack of batteries for my shitty camera. None of these items were more than $7 by themselves. Never mind the sales tax in Texas is ridiculous.
Now, I’m not overly feminine and I have some friends who are. Some friends who love to shop for clothes/shoes, bathing items/lotions, cosmetics, hair salons, all that jazz. Me, I kind of hate shopping. The only thing I hate more than shopping is shopping alone. So spending $40 on items necessary to maintain basic hygiene is a little daunting to me. Especially since I’m used to shopping at dollar stores (brand names? what are those?). The most likely reason for this is that I’ve never really had to go buy all of these things at one time, so I never realized how much I spent. On the plus side, my new iPod dock has a remote and an alarm clock, which the last one didn’t have.
I had the fortunate distraction of speaking to my mother on the phone while I was shopping as well. Along with one of the brothers and my cousin, who were with her at the time. They informed be of my cousin’s bachelorette party I wouldn’t be able to attend (because they’re in Ohio and, uh…I’m not) and that they had invited my gay friend that I’d introduced to my mother before I left. Traitors! Starting to kind of miss home now, just a little.
Mom accused me of “Johnson Syndrome” , which is my family name, in that I’m like my father and my oldest brother with the being bad at communicating business. Even though I already told her time and again that when I moved here she wouldn’t be getting phone calls every day from me. Suppose it’s a little difficult for her to go from seeing me every day to maybe speaking to me once a week (if that). She knows I hate talking on the phone though. She even swore she’d be just fine with not hearing from me for long periods of time. I told her I didn’t give her very long to start badgering me about not calling enough. Moms, yeah?
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I have more, but I’ll have to post a continuation of this entry later, as I’m very tired right now.
- C J
