I’ve been reeeeally bad about updating this blog. I must admit, I began blogging as an attempt to rid myself of the boredom that consumed my life and now that my life is anything but boring (not trying to brag here) I don’t ever think about blogging or sharing my random stories with complete strangers.
Full disclosure here: I also began blogging to gain back a bit of my buried writing skills. I’m not saying they’ve improved but I thought blogging might be good practice.
With that I’m thinking of how I might entertain you with a silly anecdote from my life.
This isn’t silly but what the hell, let’s go.
I haven’t been home for 6 months and I was suddenly flown out to come take care of a relative who had a bad fall. This relative and I are very close and I was extremely scared when she was injured. Being 3,000 miles away from freak accidents leaves me with few options in offering immediate assistance. That being said, I flew out here the other day and have been playing nurse for the past week. It’s been nice to leave my busy life and come “home” to take care of someone else.
It’s also been nice to see my oldest friends in the world (oldest meaning longest relationships, not old as in 100+ friends) and have conversations I can’t seem to have in my new life. I just had lunch with my best friend Orcus. Every time we see each other it’s as if no time has passed at all. We can talk about life, being adults, love, lust, work, our past, travel and anything else.
He has a great girlfriend, fantastic job, wonderful work ethic and open view of the world. And he gets me. He understands me as a human being, a woman, a friend. He knows my family, my past, my home. He doesn’t judge me. He wants the best for me. And I want the best for him.
And he said something to me that was quite striking. He said, “Smallbutstrong, you seem to go through your life so independently…it must be scary. You have no support. I mean, your family supports you to an extent but really, you probably support them more. Don’t you wish you had someone along the whole time?”
I don’t think he was saying I seem to live a lonely life…because I don’t. He knows I make friends everywhere I go, that I love to explore and I don’t mind (sometimes prefer) being alone. But how much of it can I take?
He’s right. I don’t have a friend who has been with me the entire way. I haven’t been in a long term relationship in some time. I don’t have a twin.
The amount of moving I’ve done– from my mom’s to my dad’s to my aunt’s to my car to my friends’ to college (moving every 4 years there) to studying abroad (moving twice then) to my new home–has worn me down a bit, sure. But I’m excited to be alive. I’m thrilled to have been given an incredible job opportunity and a new housing situation that I wouldn’t have even dreamed of getting.
And no, I haven’t had a solid person who has been with me every step of the way. But how boring would that be? Does that make me lonely? Sometimes. Does that make me more independent? Perhaps. Would I have it any other way? Absolutely not.
Filed under: Personal. | Tags: etiquette, facebook, friend request, status
Here’s something I really do not enjoy.
Responding to awkward friend requests.
I have no problem pressing IGNORE to the ex-guy-I-went-on-4-dates-with OR the guy who likes my profile picture and from that has decided we could “really hit it off” together. I think not.
I also don’t take issue with de-friending people I met once at a party, friends of friends who I’ll never see again or people with whom I’ve had a legitimate falling out. They are not my friends, therefore, why should they be able to see into my personal life?
My rule with facebook is that you are getting an invitation into my personal life. Sure, it’s true that I’m not COMPLETELY open on facebook, I am discerning over the pictures I put online and posts I write, but it does give a little inside view into my life and what I’m up to.
That being said, I’ve learned that putting up my relationship status is always a bad idea (if you’re really a friend of mine, you’ll know my relationship status) and giving out my number/address/PIN in a public place is also a no-no.
So. Here are my feelings on adult etiquette for facebook.
1. Do not friend request your daughter/neice/nephew/son’s friends. Let them friend you. If they want.*
2. Do not friend request anyone twenty-forty years younger than you.
3. If someone denies a friend request, take a hint.
4. Do not write a message to someone who has de-friended you DEMANDING to know why they have done so. If you do write such a message, consider why you’ve been de-friended.
5. Do not friend people you work with unless you have hung out with them OUTSIDE of work at least once.
6. Create a limited profile. Put all awkward friend acceptances on it. Keep the profile up-to-date and continue adding people who you are not in a great deal of contact with. Believe me, it’s a good thing.
7. If you have a limited profile and put people on limited profile, do not get offended if you suddenly find yourself on limited profile. It’s only fair.
8. De-tag/remove embarrassing pictures if you’re friends with more than the people who would a) find those pictures funny or b) were at the event where such photos were taken.**
9. Don’t tag my photos 3 MINUTES AFTER I PUBLISH THEM!!! Give me a freaking day! I’ll tag them my damned self!!
10. Please don’t post inappropriate things on my wall. I will delete them. If you continue to write inappropriate things, I will delete you.
11. Status updates are meant to be interesting.
12. If you have over 700 pictures of yourself, I would consider deleting some. Chances are, it’s the same face with different backgrounds OR 100 photos from one night. We can tell. You’re wearing the same outfit.
13. Status updates are not meant to be self-pitying.
14. If someone sends you a really nice message, please respond. It’s only courteous. Even if you say, “Thx for the msg. Pls fk off.”
15. In the cases that you are writing on someone’s wall a ton and they never respond OR if someone is writing on yours and you don’t respond…we know what that means. I’m/he’s/she’s just not that into you.
16. Don’t tag me in a photo where I look HEINOUS. Don’t say, “You don’t look heinous! I think that’s a cute angle.” It’s not. Don’t try to flatter me when I look like an inflated blowfish. I’m just sayin.
17. Invitations to groups/events/fan pages should only be sent to those you think are legitimately interested. That means, knowing me, sending an invitation to a party with the photo being that of a woman’s bare ass cheeks is a bad idea. Not only will I be offended, but you won’t be invited to my party either.
18. STOP WITH THE GAME INVITATIONS!! NOBODY CARES.
Anything else?***
*Note: I do not have a problem with being my dad’s “friend” on facebook. I don’t have anything up that he wouldn’t already know and I don’t think he cares too much/understands facebook enough to fbook stalk me.
**I do not find those photos funny. I feel slimy inside.
***Damn, this post is obnoxious.
Filed under: Personally Political. | Tags: church, DC, equal rights, LGBT, march, protest, same-sex marriage
Yesterday, 150 people gathered in downtown DC in protest of same-sex marriage. They held some sort of lame signs, with little creativity and excessive use of black sharpies. People shouted “rabble rabble rabble” (a la South Park rabble rousers) and held signs that looked like they were made at Kinkos (read: red capital letters):
-”If this…what next?”–we all know they were thinking dog-man marriage because that’s the logical progression, after all.
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Same-sex marriage — that’s the best you could come up with?
-Male bathroom symbol paired with a female bathroom symbol = marriage — inventive.
and a bunch of white balloons. (I mean bunch in the literal sense of the word, ie a small child holds a bunch of balloons)
I’m not sure how long it lasted because I wasn’t there but I assume it lasted 15-45 minutes.
This happened two weekends after a march I attended and marched in for equal rights for LGBT Americans.
Not to brag or anything but our march had over 150,000 people in attendance and lasted the entire day.
Also, Lady Gaga was there.
I must say, the march was one of the more spine tingling experiences I have ever had. To me, it is absolutely outrageous that members of the same sex cannot marry in this country. That, yes I’m using a trite example, Britney Spears can have a 24 hour marriage in Vegas, get an annulment and have that be acceptable to the American public whilst a couple of the same gender, regardless of years of commitment, cannot.
It excited me to walk amongst men and women, gay and straight, of all backgrounds, united in one idea: equal rights.
I could write a book about my beliefs on the matter, and maybe I will, but today I don’t have time. Same-sex marriage is what got me hooked on politics. My freshman year of college I canvassed (that means went door to door) talking to MA constituents about same-sex marriage. At the time, same-sex marriage had become legal in Massachusetts and there was a proposed ban against it. We went out to fight against the ban and we raised more than enough signatures to show Representatives that MA residents were happy with the law as is.
I remember one door quite clearly. I knocked and the couple came to the door. They asked me inside as they were cooking dinner. I stepped in, forgetting our steadfast rule to NOT ENTER ANYONE’S HOME.
I was then asked why I was there.
“I’m gathering signatures to maintain the legality of same-sex marriage in Massachusetts.”
The couple turned slowly to face me. I had made a bad move apparently.
“Are you a…are you gay?” they asked.
“No.”
“Good. You’re still safe. Stay away from those people. They are twisted and perverted. You stay away from them, you hear?”
I was stunned into silence.
“I’m going to leave now. Thank you for your time.”
The conversation may have been longer but that’s what I remember. I was sad and upset. I remember crying about it to my team. They couldn’t really understand why a straight woman was so affected by that experience. They told me to brush it off.
I cannot imagine living my life with people discriminating against me based on the person I’m dating. That the discrimination would extend to the fact that I wouldn’t be allowed, legally, to marry that person. Any reasoning that starts with “the sanctity of marriage” makes me sick. The sanctity of marriage? I have first-hand experience with the non-sanctityness (I know that’s not a word) of marriage.
Also, separation of church and state people. My god. (No pun intended.) If same-sex couples were allowed to marry at a federal level, that would NOT compromise your church, your religion or even your daily life. Well, perhaps it would make your community happier if long lasting homosexual couples were finally allowed the benefits that heterosexual married couples enjoy.
Anyway, that’s all for now but I’m sure I’ll be revisiting the matter as time goes on.
I was doing my usual crossword and the question read as follows:
13. Aids for the stumped.
_ _ _ _ _
5 letters. What would YOU put?
I put CANES.
The answer was HINTS.
I was watching tv yesterday and was stunned by this ad. I hope you will be too.
All of the hairstyles are one word:
HEINOUS
Look out for the “flirty” hairstyle. The girl must be 8 and she’s wearing a tiara and boa. Excuse me?
From flat to FABULOUS!!
Anyone can be a stylist
Go sexy elegant casual *sassy* flirty and FABULOUS!
BUT WAIT
use minis to bump a bang or rock a pony!!
Go messy [insert 8 year old girl], sexy, elegant, casual, flirty, sassy [insert awkwardly dancing woman in front of a blue sea-ish background] AND FABULOUS! [insert 3 awkwardly highlighted blondes pulling down their sunglasses]
I hope nobody has ever bought a bumpit. Also, the word bumpit looks very similar to…ARMPIT.
Is enough!!! WHY is Levi Johnston on my television!?!?!?! WHY?!?! Why is he famous?! Why is he on a pistachio commercial?! Why was the commercial sexualized?! Whywhywhy?!
Filed under: Blog etc. | Tags: classy, levi johnston, pamela anderson, ring tattoo, tommy lee
I thought I’d expand on a subject I briefly mentioned in a post before.
Ring Tattoos.
If you are not aware of this…phenomenon…well, you should be. See pics.
Yeeeeeeeeeeees. You like them. Yeeeeeeees. You want to get one.
And may I throwback to the beacon of class, my favorite, Levi Johnston.
And here are some of the first celebs to ever get ring tattoos. Who would ever do that, you ask? Well, you’re in luck:
Now THAT’S hot.
is utterly disgraceful.
Last night I attempted watching tv. After flipping through 60 channels, I got completely bored. NOTHING of interest was on.
But I did have the opportunity to see this show called “Manswers.”
I was already leery of the program due to its title. Then I thought that I was perhaps being closed minded, so I opened my mind and watched about 3 1/2 minutes. In those 3 1/2 worst-minutes-of-my-life “Manswers” answered (I guess) FAQs from simple minded men.
Apparently, American men have this FAQ: Is she a cop or is she a whore?
Yes. Really.
They then went through 5 steps to tell if the woman was an undercover cop or a whore.
WHAT
THE
FUCK.
I could go on a multi-page rant on how this is wrong on so many levels. But I won’t. I will assume you understand.
And I thought programming couldn’t get worse than “My Antonio” and “Housewives of ____.”
I am the worst daughter of television. I hate it. (Television, not the fact that I’m the worst daughter of television.)
