Call Me Veruca Salt

Last night I was chatting with two of my girlfriends over a bottle of wine, and we were remembering our first impressions of each other. I told my friend that when I first met her, I thought she was sweet, but somewhat annoying. After we met, I remember telling people, "P is a nice girl, but I can only stand her for 15 minutes at a time."

She replied that when she met me, she thought I was a snob. This response intrigued me, and I started to see myself in a new light. I have never considered myself a snob; actually, I see myself as the outcast who has been shunned by the snobs, and has subsequently taken on a cynical and anti-social persona.

This might sound strange, but I'm so glad that she perceived me as a snob! I took it as a compliment because I never thought that I had enough confidence to exude that type of attitude. I love finding out what people think of me before they know me; it really lets me see myself from a new perspective.

On that note, this was my horoscope today:

"Self-examination is revealing. But don't let it turn into narcissism."

Oh well, what's wrong with a little narcissism every once and a while.

PS. I've made quite a few Willy Wonka references lately, but it's one of my favorite movies of all time, and perhaps I am subconsciously rebelling against the new Tim Burton version. I mean, I love Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, and I will definitely go see the film, but part of me is thinking "If it isn't broken...."

No one could ever compete with Gene Wilder, and how dare they try!