Well, no, it's not literally me. My hair is shorter, boobs much smaller, you get the idea. Let's not go any further with that one.
It is me, though, in the sense that I am a laid back chick. . .some of the time, about some things, oh, hell, I just wish I was a laid back chick who never let anything bother her and always just followed the flow!
I can't be laid back about things like wearing your seat belt or getting good grades in school. That's obvious, even to my children, or maybe especially to my children. What I can be laid back about is learning to live and let live. I really can't see why it's much of my business to try to influence people to do everything the way I would do it. Just to clear up a point here, we are talking about regular, everyday people, the people who make up our lives. I don't give a hoot if you want to spend your money on an impractical sports car or giant truck, as long as you aren't dealing drugs so you can pay the car loan. I don't give a hoot if you choose Jesus or Buddha or Jerry Springer, as long as you don't expect me to be scared of being doomed to hell if I don't make the same choice.
Yep, I'm trying to be a laid back chick, but there are bumps in the road, ya know. For instance, if Heather from Account Services calls me one more time to inform me in a prerecorded voice that there is no problem with my account, I am considering writing down the number from the caller ID and calling it back every two minutes one morning.