Self Esteem Boost -

If you need a refresher course on not caring what people think about you -

 put yourself in the humiliating situation of rockin' out in your car, windows rolled down -

to....

Justin Bieber.

It will teach you to be strong

(and also how to avoid complete eye contact with every driver around you).



You see -

 I have this 8 year old who knows it is not cool to flaunt his adoration for Justin Bieber... but he really likes his music. So for Valentines Day we bought him one of his CDs.

And much to my horror when we put it in I....

liked it... a little.

Shoot.

Not me.

 I was so strong during the BackStreet Boys, NSync, and 98 degrees era -

No thank you!

But now I guess my inner 12 year old girl has come out.

Plus, if I ever want to hear Ludacris rap again in a PG state I am going to have to depend on a Justin Bieber track.

A little while ago we were watching an NBA basketball game where Justin was in attendance. The camera focused in on him and almost the whole audience booed. My motherly defense went off -

He is just a kid.

A talented kid.

Who, granted, is a little obnoxious, but what teenager isn't? Plus the poor guys voice is still in a pre-pubescent state.... we should be kind to him just for that right?

I really don't feel too sorry for him - obviously he is making the big bucks -

what I mostly want to say, in a really weird round about way, is that I feel sorry for myself.

What a mean trick for my brain to even enjoy his music a little bit.

Here's the mind game:

Little C enters the car.

"Mom, can we listen to my CD?"

"Sure honey, if you really want to."

So, I secretly sit there enjoying the music while Little C pays me no notice because he is  singing harder and louder than any 8 year old girl alive.

We arrive at Little C's school and he hops out.

I then make myself turn the CD changer back to MY Taylor Swift CD because that is what I "really" like.

I had put Justin Bieber in strictly for Little C.

I wouldn't listen to it by myself - BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE IT.  He's the goof ball that does.

Then I remember - I am a 28 year old woman. I don't care what people think about me. Half the people that dislike him haven't even listened to his music - they just hate him because everybody else over 13 does.

So, I go to turn it back because I am sooooo mature...

 but can't.

Because all of a sudden I am a 16 year old girl stuck in a 28 year old body and will not be caught dead enjoying Justin Bieber!

So, there's my confession for the day.

Let the truth be told.

:)

The End.