Oh how I miss Destiny's Child. What? You thought I was going to address Tiger's pathetic public apology today? Um, no. Right, back to Destiny's Child. I wish my life resembled their song, Independent Women, but instead I'm living more in Survivor mode these days.
I've always thought of myself as independent, but the other night it struck me that other people might not see me in the same light. I was out with my boyfriend and some of his friends, and as we all started parting ways, he slipped me a $20 to get a cab home. I had planned on taking the subway, but I'm not one to deny myself a free cab ride—especially when I'm wearing heels! A few of his friends saw the transaction go down, and I don't know why, but I was a little embarrassed. I used to roll my eyes at girls who always let guys pick up the tab, and now I'm one of them—whether I want to be or not. It's not a nice feeling, but it's my reality right now. After bills, rent and groceries are taken care of, next to nothing is left over. And if there is, I'm buying a skim latte. I know, I'm terrible.
One day I'll be fabulous and independent just like Michelle, Kelly and B—with my own Rottweiler. Named Peaches. Until then, I'll continue to
steal borrow quarters out of my bf's coin jar to help pay for my bus rides home.
Tell me: Are you independent? What Destiny's Child song fits you best?