For the most part, I take pride in the fact that I’m more of an “unconventional” lass.
But then every now and then someone says something to me like “Mandy, I love that you’re so much like a guy.” And even though I know it was a compliment, it still makes me want to just melt into a puddle on the ground and lay there for cigarette butts and dead leaves to accumulate on my surface. And I instantly think, “Sorry, Mom.”
