I recently talked about being on the debate team in college. Tonight I was reminded of a conversation I had during that time. It was with a boy. A college boy. Can I just stop here and admit that boys used to really, really intimidate me? Especially college boys on debate teams. They made me watch the news. And do research on stuff like foreign relations and healthcare and stuff that totally took away from my Golden Girls time. Anyway, during that time I spent a lot of time with boys. There were a few sweet girls, but for the most part, it was guys. Up until that point most of my experience with the opposite sex was when boys fell in love with my friends and they became friends with me to get the dirt on my friends. You know what I'm sayin'? I have hot friends, y'all. :) (I still ask Josh, "Are you sure I'm the one you wanted?) Anyway, I tell you about my inadequacy and social awkwardness with boys to hopefully explain this conversation. Maybe. We took lots of trips on weekends to tournaments and spent an abnormal amount of time together on 15 passenger vans. I wasn't old enough to drive because of insurance rules, but due to my ability to never sleep in the van (do y'all notice a pattern in my life?) I was always the designated "keep the driver awake" person. It was during one of those trips that the driver, a boy, said, "You have a personality." I wasn't quite sure how to take that and he went on to say, "You seem like one of those girls that wouldn't have a personality." To this day I still have no idea how to take that comment. Should I be grateful he concluded I do, in fact, have a personality? Should I be offended that he originally thought I didn't have a personality? Who knows. The reason I share this is because it made me realize that sometimes we just don't realize how other people see us. You know what I mean?