Hi, I'm Whitee.

Hi, Whitee!

Hi. I...uh...I'm creepy.

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I don't mean to be creepy. In fact, if I said & did everything that pops into this feeble little mind of mine, there would be more than a couple of mediocre CD's & unfocused website to show just how bad it is. Trust me, I'm a creepy mother. And I blame my parents.

Let me explain. I really try not to use this as a journal, but on occassion if something in my life gets a point across, then I'll use it. This is one of those instances. Think of it as a public service message for all you parents out there.

Teach your children well.

Parents like to tell their kids what not to do. Don't talk to strangers, don't do drugs, get your dick out of there...oh...maybe I shared too much. But they don't tend to tell their kids what they should do (cleaning your room & taking out the garbage doesn't count).

I had a pretty laizze faire upbringing. As long as I didn't get into trouble and kept my grades up I could pretty much do what I wanted. It got me a few weird looks and a few exclamations of, ["Whitee!"] from my Mom, but overall life was pretty good. The fact that life smacked me upside the head as an adult is an issue for me & my therapist.

But neither of my parents taught me how to deal with the opposite sex. That may not be the worst thing as they could have told me some messed up stuff - especially my Dad, as one can see from his track record. But it sure would have helped if I knew what was cool and what wasn't.

Oh, you mean it's not OK to call someone 5 times a day just to say Hi. What? No one told me that a constant stream of gifts is creepy and not a romantic sign of your feelings. Friends with a woman? What's that all about?

I've become pretty adept at keeping things at an uncreepy level, but you should see the ideas that go through my head. Damn. I'm a fairly productive member of society (mediocre music excluded) so it's not that big a deal from the general public perspective. But it sure makes things weird in Whiteeville. One of these days, my creepiness will be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world - God help us all.

So parents, teach your children how to deal with the opposite sex (or the same sex if you've got gay kids). It'll save on therapy costs down the road.