The Satisfaction of Being Copied

Throughout my entire existance, I always tried my best to be different than everyone else. Don't believe me? Ask my friends from fifth grade about the time I decided to wear one sneaker and one high-heeled flip flop to the pool. It happened. Or my pre-school class about the time I wore my hair in six different pony tails. Unfortunately, that also happened. I'm very proud of myself for the amount of confidence I had at these times (believe me, there were MANY more) but I'm also a little embarrassed. Making countless fashion don'ts in the name of individuality isn't something I'm willing to promote. By all means be yourself, but do it tastefully.

All of this being said, I never wanted to copy someone else or be copied. I would have rather cut off my pinky toe than have someone else copy me. You want to talk pet peeves and anger management? I was one little ball of fire. I did not like to be the same as anyone else to the point where I would pout in the corner if someone took my idea. Individuality. Standing out. Being different. Unique. I would kill to be these things.

Looking back, I remember my mom telling me that anyone who copied you was complimenting you. It's only taken 17 and a half years, but I think I can finally accept that idea and I think I kind of like it. That's not saying I don't get a little irratated when I show my friends a good song and then they share it with everyone as if they were the ones to find it. (A spritz of steam exits my ears, but only a spritz). No. Everyone likes to have a piece of something to call theirs.

It's weird to think about, but today I noticed that I want my followers to repin my pins on pinterest. I want them to copy what I like onto their boards. I'm not sure why. Actually, I have NO IDEA why. It seems so out of character from whom I always thought I was. Could it be? Has maturity finally sprinkled its magic dust over me while I was asleep? That's the only thing I can think of that would be keeping me from threatening the girl who repinned my dream wedding dress. Bitch, that dress is mine! You better delete it right NOW. Or else. It's a miracle! I'm a mature young adult! Crazy...

Because puppies make me smile! Have a fantastic day!