Labeled...

Precursor: This post was started back in April and pushed by the way-side...mainly, I don't think I was ready to fully embrace my fate...I have since come to terms with it after a short-lived wilderness trek and a ceremony involving fire dancing. Enjoy!

As of late, a certain adjective has been used liberally in my conversations and often is being attached to my name. How did I become "creepy"? I can't even look back on the last four months and point out when exactly it started, but it's all over now.

Things I find creepy:

1. The man at the Senior Celebration wearing a John Deere hat, flannel shirt, Sherpa vest, boots and those big glasses from the seventies (you know the style most pedophiles take their mug shots in...yea those), and who was clearly quite a bit older than your average graduating senior.

2. People who stare, although I am amused when people stare from tinted car windows because they assume you can't see them.

3. Clowns...do I need to explain?

4. Micheal Jackson...again?

5. Winking. I can say I have gotten over my gag reflex when winked at, but I still don't like it, and excessive winking still weirds me out. Let's choose, people, either close or open your eyes; you just can't have it both ways.

So, let's review:
Clowns, Jacksons, Staring, Winking...all creepy. Me...not so much.

However, I don't think this will change anything. I will accept my fate and embrace my inner creep. But just know...I am laughing so hard on the inside every single time I am called creepy.

Lessons available upon request.