This post comes about as a major question: How to avoid princess tendencies, and when is it okay to be princess brat?)
Last night some friends of mine were at Chile's enjoying midiocer chain fake Mexican food. Although I will give props to their fabulous mango margaritas! We were enjoying ourselves at the bar, and as it is one of six restaurants in this tiny armpit hole I live in California it was rather busy, finally we get to sit down and order dinner.
Sharing the classic fajitas with a friend everyone orders tasty middle of the road America. When for some reason one of the dudes sitting across from decides to share this story,
"So, when I woke up this morning, my nose (which he has just had surgery on) was filled with blood."
Exact story. Period. There was nothing to that. What makes this even worse is that my steak was rather pink (which I enjoy just don't talk about anything nasty while I am devouring my meat).
I thought I was going to be sick. I excused myself to the restroom. No big deal. Maybe to vomit. Maybe to walk away without stabbing this guy in the arm...not really sure...
But in all of this I'm thinking, "Am I being a brat?" "Am I dramatizing this situation too much?" And this leads me to my next question,
"Where's the line?"