attackfish

Goodness, I knew it had to be that you were some sort of iconoclast. Preppy prob is a bad adjective I would have a full understanding of the definition as I never socialized.The High school I graduated from was my 2nd: I also attended 2 middle schools and 6 elementary---(preschool wasn't so big in the mid-eighties).But, I don't know a better (short) way of putting it. My husband is very left wing(he says-He was a caller on the mike malloy(?) radio show for the hundreth time(he even called in as a demon named "Bob" Tho that may have been for some other radio host named sam-something)He also calls me a rhino- whatever that is especially when I couldn't bring myself to cancel his vote in 2004 and wrote in my father so I could tell my dad I "voted republican" and not be lying. I'm sure he'd haved sussed it out if I did and I really hate catching gaff from my age, ailing parents as I was raised to put up with it ...AND look interested the whole time. My husband knows better than to drag me into any political conversation. I exaggerate the "smile and nod" thing I do for both our parents so he can't miss my sarcasm. I frbade him from disscussing the subject with my parents after he got himself thrown out of their house last time. I stay decidedly neutral...on a personal level its just safer. On a 'nother subject I was blessed with the constitution of a goat It was only after I met my first chain-smoker in law that cig. smoke started to give me a runny nose and make my eyes swell shut(I'd never spent so much time around that much smoke indoors)...I don't like the taste of alcohol so that and the fact I must consume more than is normal to even get buzzed killed off any interest in drinking(my worst fault after procrastination is I'm a terrible miser...alcohol is darn exspensive!)The only time I ever got drunk was on someone else's dollar...they never did THAT again. Apparently I'm just too expensive for someone who acts no different in their cups. ( this event NEVER happenedif my parents ask... I moved out years ago but they live close enough to come and see me if something bothers them. they don't keep me from doing what I want, but I hate getting harped on and I always move to avoid it. I even lied about getting married so I wouldn't catch it for "shacking up" never mind I had my own room the two weeks I wasn't actually married but said I was. I avoided calling them a year after so they would have time to forget what my anniversary was supposed to be. Chalk up one more thing my parents will never know, nor my siblings as long as the parentals still breath. I hope you will forgive me for thinking that your parents have any say 'bout what you do ...I can only say that I Have this mental image cobbled together from my own experiences 'bout what you are and I was raised to think asking for personal info on the net was a BIG NO-NO so have mercy on my wishy-washy soul.