Alright, so typically I’m not the girl who think’s she awesome.
Realistically, I don’t think there’s a female in the Western World who has self esteem that high. If you have access to the media there are points in your life where you look in the mirror and think, “Wow. I wouldn’t want to shag me. Ew.” We all have those days where we can’t seem to find one single thing about ourselves attractive; and on those days our inner Crazy wants nothing more than to hide away in sweatpants and watch John and Kate Plus 8 marathons. With cookies. Lots of cookies.
Then there are those days where we feel especially pretty. For me, it’s usually when I take the extra 15 minutes to straighten my hair and put on mascara and lipstick. It also helps if my clothes match. Unfortunately I think a lot of women, myself included, never give ourselves enough credit. When I look in the mirror and like what I see, I think “I don’t look half bad,” not “Daaaamn, I’m a sexy beast!”
But while I don’t give myself a lot of credit in the appearance area, I do sometimes go a little overboard in regard to my self-perceived intelligence. One might even call me “intellectually egotistical,” at times. With the exception of the week following Lady O-to-the-Prah’s show on The World’s Smartest Children (aka: the show that’ll make you feel like a lazy, dumb fuck), for the most part I feel rather pleased with my academic accomplishments. Seriously, Oprah, the 7 year old surgeon? The 14 year old best selling author? Are you on a mission to make me cry ?
Anyway events of the past few days have made me feel like a super star. I did very well in my classes and I’ve been contacted by a few exciting organizations about promoting their products on my blog. Let’s say that again I was contacted to review things on my blog! This blog. My little ABOHO-5,000-hits-ever blog. I’m on cloud nine.
Within a matter of three days two different companies contacted me to review products. This somehow translated in my head as “I’m An Awesome Blogger and Everyone Loves Me!”
Then at the office I got a phone call from the local newspaper.
Keep in mind, I write a lot of press releases and do a lot of emailing to newspapers. So you’d think, given my position I’d immediately assume a reporter had a question about something Small Liberal University related.
But you’d be wrong.
My immediate reaction was, “Oh my gosh, I bet he reads my blog and wants to interview me!”
Um, no, crazy girl. He had a Small Liberal University question, obviously.
Time to take myself down a notch or two?
Yes. I’d say so.
*You know, circa Rocko’s Modern Life. SPUNNKKYY!
