Prissy

PRISSY!!

Twice. Once, maybe. But TWICE?!?!?!?!?! I'm not a happy chappy (actually, i still am happy, and smiley, but this is still slightly annoying).

Who remembers a post i made before i left for india about being called prissy? Well, i'll remind you. Before we left there was apparently an opinion going around that i was going to be too prissy to handle the trip. ME! TO PRISSY! I was most definately not the most prissy girl on that trip. The idea that everyone was saying that i was drove me nuts and i had this whole 'prove myself' thing going on. I think i did a decent job - i didn't freak out about the dirt or anything and was totally fine with being sick. So i don't really think i did anything to enhance the 'prissy' vibe while i was away. By the time i was home, i was over it.

For the last few months, it's not crossed my mind. Until today. Apparently SD has been talking about a camping trip for our little group. Then he posed the question to one of the others; "do you think Annabel would handle it?". I GO CAMPING ALL THE TIME!!!!!! I spend every holidays as a kid camping in the middle of nowhere or going fishing and not being able to get the smell of salt off my skin. I was the biggest tomboy imaginable as a kid and was always 'one of the boys'.

Somewhere between me and these people, what i actually am got completely confuddled and everyone decided that i was all prissy! Yes, i wear dresses these days. Yes, i look decent from time to time. Yes, i AM a female and am therefore entitled to act like a girl. However, that does not make me prissy! Prissy implies i'm all helpless and hopeless, afraid to break a nail or something equally insane.

Ok. So, just to clarify. I AM NOT PRISSY. I like camping. I like india. Hell, i even like a little dirt from time to time. So, beware. This is a sore point. I will not respond well to people who call me prissy. It is now a taboo-term.

Annie

(Don't worry if i sound cranky. I'm still generally happy :P )