Ugh — being a good, normal human being and adhering to traditional roles and social expectations is the absolute worst. Like, I would rather gauge my eyes out than have to sit and mingle with well-to-do southern belles during the holidays or write thank you notes to 150 family acquaintances after graduating college.
Getting sung “Happy Birthday” to used to be the highlight of my year — when I was five. Now, it just makes me cringe whenever my “friends” start drunkenly yell-singing the words while everyone at the restaurant looks on in horror and laughable disgust.
So whether it's having to engage in small talk with your hairdresser (*shudder*) or write an infinite amount of cover letters for jobs you don't even want — some social expectations should just die right along with the drop-crotch pant trend. I would gladly give up having to pretend that I love seeing pictures of my coworker's baby. It looks like a potato and I'm not even sorry about it.
