Confession.

Super-mature people intimidate me.

You know those people who seemingly always have it together? They always look meticulous? Perfectly coifed hair. Perfectly manicured nails. Shoes without a blemish. I think you get what I'm trying to say, no?

They intimidate the hootie-hoo out of me.

And I have no idea why.

I'm really flawed. I forget stuff. I do not put my make-up on until about 10:30 everyday (at my desk at work). Perfectly coifed hair? Ha ha. Let's not talk about my hair, k? Some days it's as though I lack some beauty-school quality that they taught in elementary school on a day that I was out sick... or something. I'm sure that was the same day they reiterated that pink is a good girl color. I apparently came back on "Black is your new BFF" day. At 29, you would think this fear would have passed. I mean, I have a college degree, a career, and no jail record. That should be enough, right?

I wish.

Furthermore,... really skinny people intimidate me too.

That, is another blog inandofitself though.

Oi.