You Can’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover

Life

Well you CAN … but … YOU would be … WRONG!   Well, wrong more often than not.  I have seen this time and time again.  These are simply my personal observations and today I expand on how appearances can be deceiving.

Have I told you that I have a thing for bad boys?  Yes sir, I think I have!  The badder the better.  My definition of bad is not text-book though.  My perception of bad is anyone … all people … who march to the beat of their own inner drummer.  I have always been and will always be a “cutter” or the daughter of a “cutter” / mechanic.  (Reference to the movie Breaking Away – the cutters worked in the quarry and cut stone.  They were the townies as opposed to the college kids) … Or you could even compare my sentiments to the Outsiders – I’m a greaser not a socs.  And then I ask myself am I a Jet or a Shark???  Lol  🙂 Westside Story!!!!!  I love that musical.  No wait, now I have show tunes on the brain.  “I like to be in America, ok by me in America, everything free in America, for a small fee in America”  I should have called rabbit hole alert because I have already gone off topic.

Goodnight Maria …

Any how … I am a 1970s rocker chick, to 80s metal head and 90s alternative everything yet somehow people think I like country music.  Something about my ‘down home’ manner I guess.  People think about me – She’s quiet … not even close.  She’s shy … uh no, I’m discerning 🙂 or just a bitch, not that either, well don;t ask Billy Bob or do, he loves me and would never call me the B word.  She’s … fill in the blank … and you couldn’t be more wrong.  I am an enigma folks. Lol.  We all are people … get on wit ur bad selves.

When I was going to school at SAC in the olden days before Internet, there was this place called a library.  On the weekend, I would go there to research papers for school.  Billy Bob would go with me; just to keep me company.  This one time we were walking back to the car, he was carrying my books and we saw two older ladies walking on the sidewalk coming our way.  When they saw Billy Bob, they exchanged worried glances and scurried (yes scurried) across the street.  After we had passed by, they crossed back over to continue on their way.  I felt bad for them because they were visibly scared.  See back then Billy Bob was 6′ 2″ 220 lbs with a flying V guitar earring and hair down past his shoulders.  Even though he was with me … all of 5’3.5″ 120 lbs, down home country gurl, he was intimidating.  I wonder if they thought he kidnapped me ;).  He was judged unsafe when in actuality he was and still IS a sweetheart.

When T was in high school, he let his hair grow out.  He did this to remember my mom, his Gran who always told him he had pretty blond curls until me, his mom, cut his curls off so people would stop mistaking him for a girl.  He was and still is my twin.  By the time he was a Junior, his hair was down the middle of his back.  Beautiful hair, the longer it got, the more wavy, less curly.  His hair that he has grown out again and who his co-workers tell him they are jealous of and who would pay big moolah to have his locks.  That’s the back story – the book by cover comes now.

My kid did not partake – no beer, alcohol or drugs.  He would laugh and say “the closest I had to an underage drink was when MoMo’s sangria spilled in the corner of a tortilla chip at El Jarro’s and I hate it”  He was offered many, many times because unfortunately that is the society we live in.  He was able to escape high school unscathed because he’d simply say, “no thanks, I’ve got my own” which he didn’t but this caused those offering to leave him alone.  Eventually they quit asking while assuming he was one dangerous dude, always on something.  Yep, he was HIGH alright, HIGH on LIFE.  He and his friends made movies and participated in Visual Arts Scholastic Events (VASE) –  No underage shenanigans, no nothing except the occasional speeding ticket which he paid on his own without his dad and I ever knowing.  Can you spell R.E.S.P.O.N.S.I.B.L.E?  paying the fine part not the speeding, no excuse for that.

And I could sit here and think of more examples.  This is musings and ramblings after all.  But I’ll stop.  I think I’ve made my point.  Which is that good people do bad things and bad people do good things and if you think you can judge who is doing what to who just by looking at them, then you are mistaken.  No labels people which is easier said than done.

As always, more to come …

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