Someone Else

This blog exists as undeniable proof that I take myself far too seriously. And finally, all the neurotic introspection is even starting to get on my nerves.

In the oh-so-eloquent words of Pink:
“It’s bad when you annoy yourself.
So irritating.
Don't wanna be my friend no more.
I wanna be somebody else.”

I want to be someone else for awhile. Someone cool and apathetic and confident. Or if not confident, then at least someone who hides their insecurities with snarky comments that unintentionally make other people feel like they’re not as cool. I want to make jokes about things that make other (less cool) people uncomfortable. I want to poke fun at other peoples' tastes in music and randomly drop the names of obscure bands that no one has heard of (except all the cool people, obviously).

Yes, I think – just for a little while - I’d like to be someone other than me. Someone who doesn’t lie awake at night obsessing over past interactions, wondering if she said something stupid or offensive. Someone who doesn’t care what other people think. Someone aloof and mysterious. Someone who thinks romantic comedies are lame and isn't counting down the days until the return of Grey’s Anatomy (11, by the way). Someone who would never quote Pink. And of course, someone who wouldn't contemplate their navel week after week in a public forum.

So, there will be no whiny introspection today.
Today I’m someone way too cool for all that.