I’m not going to apologize for car dancing to Bruno Mars once in a while
…or Flo Rida’s Good Feeling every time
…or Ice Cube’s You Can Do It for the 10 billionth time since 1999.
I won’t apologize for still thinking Mumford & Sons is a band full of musical geniuses
…or for never understanding the appeal of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
…or the Smashing Pumpkins
…or for thinking that Nirvana was one of the most influential bands of our time, but liking Dave Grohl better in the Foo Fighters.
I won’t apologize for peanut butter and brown sugar sandwiches
…or for donut ice cream sandwiches
…or for adding chocolate chips to everything.
I won’t apologize for track pants
…or fuzzy slippers
…or cotton underwear.
I won’t apologize for singing at the top of my lungs
…or dancing like a fool
…or writing my life on the internet.
I won’t apologize for having too much hair
…or too much backside
…or too much foot.
I won’t apologize for hating warm weather in the winter
…or loving the snow from the warmth of inside my house
…or having heated seats in my car.
I won’t apologize for being quiet
…or for not having an opinion one way or the other
…or for keeping it all inside.
I won’t apologize for liking movies based on comic books the best
…or my frustration toward 3D
…or refusing to watch or read anything Twilight because vampires are dumb.
I won’t apologize for making an exception for True Blood.
I won’t apologize not wearing heels
I won’t apologize for being hard of hearing
…or near sighted
…or disliking sports.
I won’t apologize for being me because there’s nothing wrong with who I am.