Friday, February 10, 2012

Laid back

I know a lot of people who describe themselves as "laid back." I know far fewer people who actually are.

Maybe everyone thinks of themselves as laid back? Which, if you think about it, makes sense. Everyone thinks their reactions are normal - otherwise, they wouldn't react that way, right? So if you freak out because your kid asks you the same question 15 times, or the online order you placed incorrectly was, well, incorrect - you're still laid back. Those freak-outs were warranted.

Even more surprising than the number of friends who describe themselves as laid back? The number who describe me that way.

I know people like this - but not many.
I'm not. Not even close.

Know the difference? I actually just don't care about very much.

As a result, it takes a lot to get a reaction from me. More often than not, if I do react to something, it's the result of unseen, unrelated stress that has me already wound up. Then something little happens and - Boing!

Crazy lady.

To me, actually being laid back means that no matter what, you don't freak out. You take everything in stride, with a calm, steady rhythm that most can't achieve. 

That's not me. But so few people see my freak-out side, they don't believe me when I tell them it exists.

Apparently, my apathy allows me to cleverly disguise myself as a laid back adult.

I'm totally adding that to my list of super powers.


  1. Please teach me your ways Master Jedi.
    To let people think I am laid back...


    1. Ha! Maybe I'll make it a blog series. "The laid back woman...and other urban myths." :)