Pretty in Pink

I tend to instill a strong reaction. 

People are never like, Oh that Reese? She's okay.

People are like, Ohmygod I love that girl she's such a crazy bitch!

Or they're all, Ohmygod I hate that girl she's such a crazy bitch.

I'm fine with it. 

I'd rather be memorable. 

Even if half the men I sleep with block my number and unfriend me on Facebook.

I'm used to a reaction. 

But just because I'm used to something doesn't mean it doesn't still become tedious. 

We had a tacky Christmas sweater day at work.

And apparently there was a contest and I won for most tackiest. 

I'd worn these magically ridiculous kitty cat candy cane tights and a snowman sweater and I won!

I wasn't even trying that hard, guys. I didn't even realize there was a contest, I thought. 

So awesome to already be recognized for my gifts. 

And a lot of people thought it was fun and supported my silly happy Christmas cheer. 

But there were also a handful of people who were giant snatches toward me because whenever you're as insanely effervescent and energetic as I am there are going to be grumpy gus' who want to shoot me in my giggle. 

I don't even know where that is but I know it'd be fucking painful. 

And normally I can ward off negativity like a positive ninja but sometimes it gets exhausting. 

And like armor, the next day I wore a protective shield around my shiny little heart: I wore hot pink everything. 

Wearing pink is like wearing red lipstick--it guards against the glitter haters who would steal my joy if they could.

Sometimes when people respond to my joy with negativity I wish I could just say, Would you rather I be a bitch? Would you rather I snapped and glared at you and told you how fucking ugly that beard really looks on you? Cuz I can and you're gonna hate that version of me even more. 

But I don't and I do my best to sparkle on and sometimes I just don't want to be around anyone because it feels like nobody understands. 

And doesn't anyone just want to be happy for no reason anymore?

And as I was coming back from lunch I looked up and this little girl was staring at me across the street. 

I stopped, staring back at her, wondering why she was staring.

I like your outfit! She suddenly yelled. 

And I suddenly felt her same age, bashful and happy to be appreciated by a stranger. 

Thank you, I yelled back. 

And that's when I realized. 

I really am meant to work with kids. 

Because I am a giant kid. 

Whenever I do the princess parties the kids love me and I'm so stupidly happy my heart pumps glitter through my veins.

And for now it's supplemental and part time. 

But I hope. 

I hope one day it becomes a much more significant aspect of my life. 

Because that little five year old made my day. 

And really adults can be so darn negative sometimes. 

Ya know?

Wouldn't it be lovely to not always have to be around them?