Some people think I'm stuck-up. Maybe I am, just a little. But not as bad as I could be.
I prefer to think of it as having high standards. I'm trying not to look down my nose at people as often, but people make it really hard. Its their fault. Not mine. I'm innocent till proven guilty, right?
Being stuck-up just comes naturally to me. And the funny part is I'm way more stuck-up now than I used to be. And people thought I was stuck-up in high school. They should see me now.
In high school I wasn't really even stuck-up. Just shy and mildly socially awkward. I was dorky, not stuck-up.
Now I'm stuck-up. I look at people in front of me in line at Walmart and my most of the time I wonder if they got dressed in the dark. Not that I'm a fashion guru, but my shorts aren't in my butt crack. And my feet don't hang off the end of my shoes. And I don't have a fanny pack.
I know I shouldn't judge people and make assumptions. Blah blah blah.
If people at Walmart weren't dressed like such weirdos, then I could restrain myself a little more. There's even a website dedicated to how tacky people who shop at Walmart dress. Its an epidemic.
Its not just me judging people, its everyone with a camera phone and an opinion. So there.