at a bridal shower. I do not fit in because I don’t see marriage as the end-all to my life. I don’t like matching china sets or cookbooks. I like making my own way. I get mocked for being myself, for wearing green boots and listening to a lot of music and for knowing how to do lots of things. I get it, you’re jealous. that doesn’t mean you have to bring me down, too. drown in your negativity and normalcy and leave me the hell out of it.