Recognize me?

OH, how I hate ceremonies. I hate it when I have to get up in front of an auditorium full of people. In the skirt I had to lay on my bed to button up. Having a bad hair day. all... while sweating profusely. I hate it when people make such a big tadoo. I'm just like anyone else. Normal. Average. 'Cept when it comes to recognition... I HATE IT. I just hate being singled out. I'm just normal. Average. Compliments make me squirm. Standing in front of hundreds of people, smiling while someone glorifies a simple thing...gives me the heebie jeebies. I think ceremonies should be for people who save lives; make a noticable difference in the community; change the world. Not for people who just sit at a table, checking in people to participate in the 24 hour marathon. Granted, it's probably been since our flight here that I stayed up for more than 24 hours straight. But that in itself is no cause for recognition. I'm just a regular chick, helpin' where I can. Anyone can do things like that. Loads of people DO things like that. Give the money you spent on the plaques and broohaha to some young family who is living month to month. Give the money to a single parent who can't afford to take the kids out to McDonalds. Donate the money to the American Cancer Foundation or another, equally needy foundation. I don't need another thing to dust. Not that I actually dust so often. I don't need another thing that collects dust. There.