Clearly, a mistake has been made. For whatever reason, I have been singled out and wrongly characterized by the adult world as a "real handful". In fact, nothing could be further from the truth.
I concede that I am something of a live wire. Given to the occasional outburst of what might in all fairness be called hyperactivity, especially in cases involving high sugar intake-of course. But the "handful" classification is problematic at best, a gross exaggeration at worst. Am I a person who is sometimes difficult? Yes, am I a difficult person? No. The distinction is more than semantic.
Once you get a reputation for being a handful, everything you do is automatically cast in a negative light. Suspicious glances meet you every time you even think about that seventh shot of tequila, and god forbid you come within five feet of a bicycle at toys r us that you are obviously too big for. You have infact already been accused, tried, and sentenced for actions you have not even taken (yet). From then on everything you do is retroactively construed as "problem behavior".
Knowingly or unknowingly, adults create a set of expectations that a 28 year old like me can't help but internalize on some level. After enough humiliating time-outs, forced to sit at a bar table alone with my scotch and soda while my friends recover from there uncontrollable laughter at my actions; those who are treated as handfuls start thinking of themselves as such.
One photo is one photo, ill be on to updated the perofile once i get the impression these 'winks' work and/or i get realllly bored at work. In the mean time....never settle and let everyday be a high five!