"P" Squared - Not So Square

In my younger years as a high school student I adopted the name "P" Squared from one of my teachers, Mr. Rossnagel, this being the case because my first and last initials just so happen to both be "P". Some people have found it to be quite clever and thus the nickname has followed me through the remainder of my high school torture and college as well.

This all is quite significant, for you see, recently I tried to grow my fingernails square. One day out of sheer boredom, I settled myself on the sofa and furiously filed my nailtips flat. Being as it was that half my nails were still rounded, they appeared quite misshapen. But I was convinced that after a few weeks they would grow into those glorious beauties that I've seen in magazines.

Yesterday while catching some downtime I glanced down at my hands. My nails were grown out and yet they still did not look right. What was I trying to do? I had convinced myself that I could improve on Mother Nature and my genetics when I should have realized that what lies beneath always wins.

I suppose it is for the best that I remain my rounded self. After all, there is nothing square about any part of me. On my entire body there is not a single inch of anything that even remotely resembles a square. I could even go so far as to say that there is even very little of my personality which is square. Although I was told otherwise just 2 weeks ago.

While lounging with some friends one lonely Saturday night, I was struck by the comment made by my best friend's stepbrother. For the longest time he thought I was a stick in the mud, a square. Yet that evening as I jabbered about this and that and the other thing he came to the stricking realization that his initial judgement of me was all but right. I was simultaneously relieved and yet insulted. Is that how I come across to other people, especially males? Dolly once told me that I am intimidating to men, but I guess that is a completely different issue we won't touch today.

I would though like to take a census and see who really thinks that I am stick in the mud, especially when they first met me. I digress.

Returning to my original idea, I also am thinking that maybe the whole square fingernail thing was a slap in the face to God. If He wanted me to be that way he would have made my nails grow that way. So rounded we shall be!