You know, it's funny, my whole life I fought tooth and nail to get away from my small town. To escape from the stereotypes, from the boxes I felt like I had been shoved into. I was convinced that the only way to get out of those boxes was distance, substantial, physical distance between me and who everyone seemed to think I was. And who was I? Well, who I thought everyone saw me as was the "brain", with the unruly hair, the glasses, wonky teeth... A little too tall, too loud at the wrong times, and yet too quiet in others. I thought they saw me as a man-hater, and a dork. That girl in band... with the flute.
You can see why I was trying to escape. The funny thing is, I really WAS most of those things, minus the man-hater bit. And no amount of distance would necessarily change that.
