realization.

So. The other day I was working out at the gym and the girl in the gray tank top walks by me. I call her that because I see her every time I am there. She wears the EXACT same outfit & She does the EXACT same routine EVERY time, so apparently she has stuck out in my mind. I almost look for her at this point. But, for some reason as I was watching her I kinda started to laugh to myself. Who am I to judge a creature of habit...I then composed a mental list of people who probably think the same thing about me. The list goes as follows:

-The girl who always walks into work with a diet dr. pepper (wow, she must be an addict or something)
-The girl who goes to Pizza Factory by herself on the way home from work gets a salad bar to go
-The girl who gets maverick frozen yogurt by herself all the time (don't worry, I do have friends. And they would go with me...but when nobody's home I'm not holding back.)
-The girl who always wears black (I promise I'm not a goth, and no, I don't go to Hair School...common misconception by gas station attendants. I think it's classy and flattering)
-The girl who always runs with one pant-leg up at the gym (what can I say I get hot)
-The girl who always sneaks drinks into the matinee with her friend, also sneaking drinks (Benita = culprit)
-The girl who frequents the YoZone (Roxanne = culprit, Benita = culprit again)
-The girl who always wears that thing around her arm (people are still curious about the Body Bugg)
-The girl who always pulls into Highland Park with her music blaring, singing at the top of her lungs
-etc. etc. etc.

SO, after I made this mental list I retracted any judgments passed about the girl in the gray tank top. I'm sure she probably just has a few, and she must really like them. What's so wrong with that?