I am beginning to believe that the key
to happiness is the decision not to be the smartest person in the room.
This summer at the end of my friend
Clare’s wedding, her uncle Craig said to me, “I’ve figured out who you are. You’re
a woo girl.”
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| With my mama in Seattle, likely pre- or post- woo. |
“Well, I mean, I live in the Pacific
Northwest and bike everywhere, so I’m kind of hip, too,” I responded, thereby negating
any of the hipness left over after a night of dancing, befriending
Josh-the-bartender, and, yes, lots of wooing. I know woo girls are not highly
regarded by all. I’ve watched How I Met
Your Mother. Though I’d had one of the best days, celebrating my dear, dear
friends, I felt the need to explain my personality type on the Enneagram, Meyers-Briggs,
and StrengthsFinder, and to point out that when I took the StrengthsFinder test
three years ago, I was not, in fact, a WOO.
My hypersensitivity to other people’s
impression of me reached its height when I studied abroad in Ireland and became
acutely aware of the “obnoxious American” stereotype. I did not want to be that
girl. So I kept myself in check—and when I didn’t, I fretted that my new friends
and Irish family would write me off as just another one of those American
girls.
This thought pattern inhibited my
connection to the two great loves of my life: risk-taking and rowdiness. And it
inhibited it for much too long. I frequently found cause to explain the
complexities of my personality and to point out that smart, hip, and observant
as I was, I knew what boxes people were placing me in. How exhausting! How
unnecessary! How much happier I am when I choose not to be the smartest person
in the room, not to speculate as to what others are thinking of me!
At the wedding, my mom joined in the
conversation I was having with Craig, who asked her if she was a woo girl, too.
To answer the question, she’d gotten in trouble in high school for “being
boisterous in the lunch room.” At one point, my ma and I wooed in unison.
We may be woo girls, and I do know what
that means in popular culture. But we also have the most fun of any girls at
the party.

Girls just want to have fun .... Woo Woo!
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