What's a Pediatrician?

Obviously, one day I would like to have a significant other so that we could do... whatever people do with their significant others. Of course, that is easier said than done. Firstly, because I have never gone about naturally knowing (or caring, really) how to get a boyfriend. When I do happen to ask my friends, they ALL respond: "Well, it just happens."

Unless you happen to be stuck with this totally legit scenario (haha a role model to all OAG's)

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I mean that was the entire point of my question, so I know what happens, but alas thanks to my background in biology, I fear that I have become too scientific and analytical, but that's beside the point.

When I also ask my friends about what about me would make good "girlfriend material," more often than not, the response is: "Well, Debs ... you see, you're not necessarily girlfriend material, but you are definitely wifey material."

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I have absolutely no comment to the amount of times that I have heard that exact same response from at least 5 of my friends, on 5 different days. How in the world does that even make sense? What the heck do you have to be in order to be a wife? Do you not have to be a girlfriend for a given amount of time before becoming someone's fiancé and then wife?

Or am I just that good?

Let me reiterate. 

For example, do I look like the type of person who has my ducks in a row and I know how to get things done? Do I look like I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not just to get someone to like me? Do I seem like I’m not as scatterbrained as I thought? Do I look like a person who is reliable and not afraid of commitment?

If so, then thank you friends for giving me such a wonderful complement. I guess I do look like wifey material.

Unless you’re saying I dress like a mom, then why are we still friends?

Regardless, that was not the main point of this story.

This story begins one day while walking to an English class. I was wearing my favorite pokéball hat and I happened upon this guy who (was super cute and) was also walking my way.

Let’s call him Gary.

Gary: (walks up next to me, unnoticed until) “Wow, that’s a real nice hat. You like Pokémon?”

Me: (startled, reflecting on my preparedness for class, turns around, well hello there good looking!) “Oh. Hi….” (Touching my head, like a total smart person) “Yeah, this is my favorite hat.”

Gary (getting closer to me): “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just noticed the hat and wanted to see who was wearing it. I’m Gary, by the way.

(Flashing the brightest pearly whites I’ve ever seen, it was probably enough to make sunlight break through the overcast skies)

Me (Thinking, was that a pickup line? Probably best to ignore): “I’m Deborah. Thanks for noticing.”

Gary: “Where you heading? I’m heading into this building.”

Me: “Me too.”

Gary: “Great, I get to spend at least a couple more minutes talking to you, what class are you taking?”

Me: “Literature in the Diverse World.”

Gary: “Yeesh, sounds complicated, not a big fan of papers myself. Is that for your major?”

Me: “No. It’s for my minor. I’m a biology major.”

Gary: “Really? That’s amazing, what do you want to do with that?”

(I probably should’ve realized that there was a point this seemingly pointless interrogation session…)

Me (eyes twinkling): “I want to become a pediatrician.”

Gary (brief pause, thinking, no change of facial expression): “A pediatrician, huh? I’m not sure what that is…"

(There were possibly other red flags that I missed, but I was widely alert at this point)

Gary: “I do know what a podiatrist is though, is it close to that?”

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Me: “Uh… No. Listen. A pediatrician is a doctor that treats children, you must have gone to one at least once or a couple times in your life. A podiatrist on the other hand, is a foot doctor. It was nice meeting you, goodbye.”

Well that just happened.

Needless to say, I never saw Gary again.

Maybe I don’t need a boyfriend after all?

Thanks mom.

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Today, You Should Start a Blog!

No not you. I mean, unless you want to, then yes by ALL means, YOU should start a blog. But, this is what my mother told me as soon as I started my summer vacation about 6 weeks ago (This kind of sounds like the pilot to OHSHC).Why am I starting now? (Who blogs now anyway, right?) There’s only one word to sum up all excuses that I was going to come up with: Laziness.

It will be the end of me I’m sure, especially because of the career choice that I one day hope to go into. Can one get jobs for being lazy? Could you get a job and then become lazy? Could you be lazy and have a job? I don’t know the answers to these questions because I've never had a job. Unless, you count babysitting while in the 6^th grade as a job. I got paid and at the end of it I was the richest person in my entire family (in my opinion, with $75 after one month of babysitting), until I used it all to go eat out with my family at an “all-you-can-eat-Chinese Buffet.” (My daddy bribed me with the fact it was an all-you-can-eat-buffet…)

That was the saddest day in my life. Besides the days that my brothers were born. Just kidding.

What was I going to accomplish by writing this post again? Oh yeah, even though probably no one will ever come to read this, since this is just my first blog post, I wanted to welcome everyone to my new blog: Memoirs of a Scatterbrained Princess. (Should this be italicized? I don’t care! I’m special!)

This is going to become like an online journal of sorts and also a way for me to be able to go back in time in the future and say to myself: “WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU WROTE THIS???????”

I’ll probably regret ever starting this blog, or maybe I might feel “liberated,” like a bunch of iron chains sliding off of my back or like those centaurs after Professor Umbridge gets “taken care of." Or maybe, I’ll just feel like a complete idiot for opening my life to the public, while being chastised, criticized, ostracized, and eventually petrified by everyone. (Yeaaah! Beautiful Mind reference!)

That’s to be expected, I guess, but you can’t learn without getting burned first right?

Hopefully, I make a lot of good friends through this (and hopefully I won’t lose any either?) and hopefully I can do this enough so I can start paying off my student loans, but that’s on the back burner of course.

The main point is for everyone to enjoy my blog and to relish in the fact that no matter what, everyone in reality is a scatterbrained princess!

Trust me when I tell you that this is exactly what I look like in real life...