Sunday, February 26, 2012

Suburgatory

So anyway. I'm in Suburgatory. It's a combination of the words suburban and purgatory (It's from a TV show on ABC) Yup, that's my life. My weekends are filled with soccer games, grocery shopping and other domestic shit that my 30 year old single self thought I'd be avoiding for a few more years.  I'm glad I came to Texas because I know my friend really needs my help, and I'm happy to lend a hand. But, this life isn't for me. I need movie screenings and other such random events that you have to get all fabulous to attend. Well, you don't have to, but it's encouraged.  There hasn't been a reason for me to put on a dress since I've been in Texas.I'm going to wear a dress to the next middle school basketball game I attend, just because.
And don't even get me started on the smoking in restaurants. If boredom doesn't kill me, secondhand smoke might. Look, I'm not judging you if you're a smoker. My Dad is a smoker, but he at least tries not to smoke around non-smokers.  I miss my family and friends, but the thing I miss most about Atlanta is its no smoking laws.
When I came here I wasn't sure how long this little adventure would last. I'm pretty sure I'll be leaving around May or June unless something really awesome happens.  In the meantime, I'm going to try to make the best of what's left of my time here. There are worse things in life than boredom, so I'll be fine.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Details Don't Really Matter

So anyway. Whitney Houston is dead and it's sad. I'm really, really tired of people saying some variation of "we shouldn't mourn the death of a drug addict." Where in the hell do people get off thinking we should only mourn the death of people who die in a way that we can all be proud of? Would it be okay to mourn her death if she had gotten hit by a bus? Would that be more honorable? I don't care if they would have found her with a crack pipe in her mouth, a needle in her vein and a glass of scotch in her hand. The fact that she's dead is sad. I'm sure those closest to her won't dwell on the specifics,. They're just going to mourn her death, and it's okay if those of us who didn't know her do the same.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Say Something!

So anyway. I feel like I'm always the bad news friend. I'm always the friend that has to have the tough conversations with other friends. No matter how many people feel the same way about a situation, I'm the only one who will actually say what we're all thinking and have discussed behind their back. I know honesty is supposedly encouraged, but we all know that ain't true. If it were, we'd be more honest with people. We're not always as honest as we need to be, because we don't always want people to be as honest as they need to be with us. Deny it all you want, but you know it's true. The truth is a tough pill to swallow sometimes.
Somehow I've still been able to maintain good relationships with people, but it really dawned on me that I'm always down for the awkward conversation. I think it's because I hate it when people are like, 'I knew that was going to happen, but I just didn't say anything." My advice to you is, SAY SOMETHING! I know the counter argument is "he/she isn't going to listen anyway" That may very well be true, but you need to say it anyway.  If you want to continue to think you're a good friend, then you need to have tough conversations with your friends.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Crazies are Winning!

So anyway. Single gals, it's become apparent to me what we need to do if we want to snag a man. We've got to turn up the crazy. The crazies are winning by a lot. I'm talking about dribbling out the clock with a 22 point lead, winning. I know at least 5 men who are in relationships with crazy women. They've convinced themselves that the crazy they're putting up with is the same kind of crazy they'd get in any relationship. That's just not true. There are varying degrees of crazy, and the chicks who are mildly to extremely crazy stay booed up. Some of us have been going about this the wrong way. We're way too damn reasonable and the men are not really responding to that. They seem to want the chick who will flip the hell out on them in front of their friends and family, swing on them when she's upset, go out alone as much as she wants, but won't let him leave the house without her, check his email, text messages, Facebook messages and etc. All of this translates to love, I guess. I've never been able to play the role of the jealous, completely unreasonable chick, but it looks like I need to incorporate that into my personality.
I'm going to be a stone cold fool the next time I start dating someone. That shit leads to marriage! I'm going to embarrass the hell out of the next man I date in front of his Momma. That'll only make us closer. If that opportunity doesn't present itself early on, I've got to at least make him think I'm capable of doing so.
It's a new year, so it's time to try something different. Turn up the crazy!