Typecasts and stereotypes

I hate stereotypes - when they refer to me at least… because other people I have no problems fitting them nicely to my perceived image of them. But at least I’m honest about it….
For instance, I hate it when people ask me if I’ve been cooking something nice… even if I do cook every day! Still, the notion that this is the most interesting thing I might have to talk about irritates me no end.
I hate talking about my kids just as much. ‘How are the kids?’ Fine! But then once they’ve mastered walking and talking what else is there to say about them?
What got me thinking about this? Well, we’ll be going to a concert later in the evening, Bon Jovi, which is not bad, I guess. I’ve already seen him live years ago, which is why I’m not over enthused. The other reason I’m not super excited - too many middle-aged people going to the concert… yeah, exactly the sort of crowd I should fit in…
That’s the problem - I don’t feel like I belong with the sort of people looking to relive their youth, when they fell in love to Bon Jovi’s ‘Always’… and he’s not that hot anymore, either.

I was talking to a friend earlier and she’s bringing her dentist friend… Besides the fact that I’m a rabid anti-dentite, I don’t think I’d be comfortable among decent middle-aged women wearing decent middle-aged clothes and feeling totally badass for spending a night out… past 11 at least. Hopefully we won’t be able to find each other in the crowd…
I guess this is one of the reasons I’ve refused to find myself a niche here on the platform, although many say it is actually a good thing… I’m sorry, but that would mean I write the same sort of thing every day, a prospect I find terrifying…
And, now, if you’ll excuse me I need to find some clothes that fit, as despite my totally immature mind, my body tends to be quite middle-aged… which is a shame!

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