I know, the title sounds racist, I assure you it is not. You see, I don't wear shorts in front of...most people. Obviously Scott has seen me in shorts. I think I met my g-child, My, downstairs in shorts once. Heath has probably seen me in shorts. My family has seen me in shorts. One time I did a fake marathon around campus in shorts. Never mind this list of people that have seen me in shorts. I guess it's quite considerable.
I started searching about the hardships of paleness and found this delightful blog. She seems pretty great, she's pale. She has even compiled a list of Pale Girls That Rule Her World.
Pales and Tans need to learn to coexist. If you want to be tan, be tan! Just let me be pale without ridicule! My skin doesn't get tan even when it is tan. I'm just so super white that tan doesn't look like a tan. I was destined for whiteness. I'm a lost cause on your tan crusade.
Now, I realize that most of this blog is me celebrating things that aren't worth celebrating for most people. Things like trying new foods and taking a swim in the ocean. I'm working through my neuroses and by reading this blog you've signed up for the ride. Sorry. Now what is this all about? I am going to wear shorts! I don't know when it's going to happen, but it's going to happen. It's getting pretty hot out.
Bob Jackson and Kelcey are my brothers in paleness. Me, My and Kelcey are trying to convince Bob to join in on Shorts Day. Shorts Day is a day where we all wear shorts. An act of pale solidarity and we overcome our shorts aversion. If I were Bob I would've already convinced Bob to wear shorts on Shorts Day by using my eye twinkles.
Someday, I will triumph. I will wear shorts to work and I will let all of you know about it. Until that day, stay strong my pale brethren.