Rare.

I have always wanted to be liked, "just as I am," (Paraphrasing the uber sappy line from the movie, Bridget Jones's Diary) and/or tolerated for any given bratty state I may be in...always. The truth is, I'm only ever bratty for fun and when it comes down to things that matter, I'm generally quite genial and congruous. The key is to let me have my fun and I will always be nice. But here is the quandary...what if I'm only allowed to have my fun upon being nice? Can I accept tolerance that is granted on the condition that I have to be nice first? After all, order matters - Brat's Law. I reciprocate kindness well, but to put me in a position where I have to be nice first is...well, unacceptable. So there you have it, I'm every bit as bratty as I thought I was, there's not questioning in it! =) For a moment there, I thought I have matured out of my bratty ways. PHEW! Although, it is rare that I contemplate and reflect on my own brattiness, I am taking tiny steps toward self-improvement (a sign of maturity indeed!). Bravo, Liz! Bravo! =)