Adjustments

There are definite adjustments being made since my move. I still don't know if I really feel like its real yet. I've started to get into my own routine and have began to get out and explore and start to find my way. A part of me feels as if I've never left and feels completely comfortable. Another piece of me feels self conscious and as if its completely obvious that I've spent WAY too much time in New York.

I don't think that New Yorkers (and those from the surrounding areas) really realize how different we are until they are taken out of that environment and its basciallly thrust upon you to see how different you act, think and talk. Its a lot of stupid things but things that make me feel drastical aware of the fact that I don't fit in seamlessly. Example you say? Okay, where I lived in NY no one thought anything of you leaving the house looking cute. I happen to always leave the house dressed to impress - unless I'm going to the gym. so going to the grocery store in a fitted t-shirt, good jeans and stilettos is nothing. However, I was very aware of being STARED at the entire time I was shopping. It was really uncomfortable. Then again today I had to stop myself from asking a guy if he wanted to get into a big dick contest because if he did, I'd win. I feel that he sensed I was not one to push around when I stood up and began matching his tone.

Now, I dont' feel I need to change. Maybe yelling at guys and threatening to put my non-existent dick on the table is not the best way to settle arguments, but I know that. I feel that these people are not used to all this glamour topped with all this attitude which makes me sad. I look at these ladies and think, really terry cloth shorts and a nasty tshirt? You left the house like that and you're looking at me like I'm the asshole, really?

I guess this town really does need me after all. Someone has to get everyone else to step it up a bit. I can't help it if I know how to dress and I look cute. Get over bitches!