Popularity Contest

NOTE: Entry below is not supposed to be read in a perky manner but a somber, introspective sort of way.


In all self righteous honesty... I always thought of myself as popular. Most girl friends love me, most gay friends love me, heck even most straight men love me (when I say most I mean straight male friends that tally up to like, uhm... let's just say I have more than 10 straight male friends). I'm always asked out by these people either one major trip out of town or an almost daily night out for dinner or drinks.

I honestly don't know where this whole people-person-y personality comes from but, it just happened. Ever since I could remember, I've always been uber friendly with people. I have ammassed a decent number of great friends from high school, college, and work. Others I met outside of work.

One of the things that helped was actually speaking up and listening. I started listening to people more than I ever did. I also started to talk more and giving my own insights on certain things. I would make things light bordering on humorous and (I hope) funny. I take things for what they are or hear words and not get things out of context. I erupt when I have to, and walk out of petty ill feelings as I don't see the need for confrontation. I get mad then and there and say sorry (if I do believe I'm wrong) almost immediately.

Hmmm, I don't know if those are even ingredients to being acceptable to people in general but I am for all intents and purposes trying to be Mr. P.R., minus the ass-kissing of course.

A friend once told me that I am who I am now because I have been through so much. I have tons of experience gained from my 26 years of living this earth. She told me no one should ever tell me what I should and shouldn't do and that the fab-ness I am all about now, is a product of my own hardwork. She's such a sweetheart and I miss her tons.

With that, I guess I won't be sorry if I am this way. If I actually do last minute meet ups with friends because of some lame excuse like someone bought a new bag and they just HAD to show it to me or as big as someone wanting to see me before they leave for a far away country. That's me, Mr. Popular, whom all my friends just HAVE to see in their own moments, intense or lame.