That’s Going To Hurt In The Morning


Tell us about a time when you had to choose between two options, and you picked the unpopular choice.


I guess I don’t have to stress the fact that I was an odd duck when I was a kid and when I was a teenager, oh and going into my twenties -so you get the picture -I’ve always sort of been one step out behind and just a little bit off with, oh I don’t know – the entire human race.

So have I ever made an unpopular choice?


When haven’t I made the ‘wrong choice’.

I’ve never worn the right clothes, chosen the right wine to have with dinner, been a fan of the ‘right’ rock band or had enough sense to know who the ‘best’ actors are.

I pick the wrong movies and the wrong shoes.

I’ve sort of resigned myself to the fact I make unpopular decisions all of the time.

My parents should have named me ” Anita Marie WHY.”


Sometimes I care, because being an outcast isn’t the niftiest of spaces to occupy ( infinite Universe my Aunt Fanny) but there doesn’t seem to be anywhere else to go.

On the other hand when you never make the popular decision or the right choice the pressure is off and you can let your brain of it’s leash and you are pretty much able to think for yourself as opposed to making decisions that lots of people will love.

The only thing I will not bend on, and I will go to the wall for no matter what anyone says- Dark Chocolate is the worst candy in the world. I won’t put it in my mouth and I wouldn’t insult my garbage can by throwing it in there.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

It’s almost as bad as Spaghetti and Meatballs- which is a food I wouldn’t feed to my dog.

I don’t even like the smell of that nasty sauce.

I know- not popular decisions.

So what happens when I do that?


Lighten up world.

We’re all under enough pressure as it is.