Single Girl.

This is an old rant I just came across in my files. Oh Sarah, you get so worked up :)

I’m single and 27

There must be something wrong with me. Not because I’m single, but because I’m ok with it.

People feel bad for me. What am I missing?

Even the woman doing my nails tried to offer comfort for my sad lot in life. Are you married? Ha! No. Not married. First I’d need a boyfriend. Well you’re pretty, so you’ll find one. Yeah, don’t worry! Oh, thank you nail lady I just met, I was really worried, but thanks to this therapeutic manicure I think I just might be able to make it through another sad lonely weekend of doing whatever the hell I want because I don’t have to cross-reference my plans with someone else’s. Phew!

Sarah who are you bringing to the Christmas party? No one. No date. Oh really? Well what about one of your roommates? They’re cute! Oooor I just show up alone and not have to worry how the forced small talk is going between my guy roommate and one of my middle-aged busy-body co-workers (not you Kimm!) who spend the whole conversation thinking of all the reasons why I should be dating him. Sarah, he’s cute! Why aren't you going out with him!?

And how sad of a life I must have. Obviously I should avoid all contact with all things “couple.” I would hang out with girls I work with, but they all live with their boyfriends. Guess that's out. My Christmas party is coming up. I’m the only employee out of 26 who is not in a serious relationship. I should scrounge to find a date. Obviously I can’t go alone. Obviously I should feel really bad about that. Bring anyone, bring my roommate, my brother, my mom. Going alone is obviously not an option right? I should be afraid of that, right?

But I’m not. I’m ok being by myself. I’m comfortable being alone. I like trying new things that no one I know is trying. Is this weird? Does this set me on a path of being alone forever? Why isn’t my number one priority “find a man” so I can be complete? Why do I refuse to latch on to someone first, then try things second? What went wrong in my “becoming a woman” training?

Obviously nothing. I am a single woman, but don't worry! My heart is full! I will always have all the love I need because I get it from myself. There's room for more, but I'll be good regardless. Chill ladies, all will be fine. I'm fine.

So ok, I wrote that over 3 months ago. Today I'm not so annoyed at people being concerned about my single status. I wonder though.

If I'm so ok being single, why do I want a date? Oh. This is another balancing act. Balance being self-sufficient but at the same time, be open to relationships. Just open though. Not searching. Another balancing act. Have an open heart, but don't let it bleed.

The World has Changed, People!

We have a black president.
He took full advantage of our current technological playground to get elected. Don't you want to play in that sandbox?

It's time we all accept that e-living has irreversibly saturated life as we know it... and it's not going away.

Regardless of personal opinion on the topic, there is no denying that people and businesses are using this "second revolution of the internet" to their advantage. If you're not one of them, you are categorically Missing Out.

Web 2.0 ( <- that's a link, click it if you don't know what "Web 2.0" is) takes what we do in our real physical world and it enhances it. It sharpens the focus on the high points of our lives. It illuminates the parts of ourselves we want to show off. Um... hi, meet my blog.

It helps businesses find their customers, new mothers find information, recession victims find new jobs and rewarding volunteer opportunities. And it has shown anyone who'll pay attention the power of collaboration.

So yes, I know you think it's stupid that people are telling you what they're doing every 5 minutes with Facebook status updates. But let's face it. The small annoying parts of social networking and all it's Web counterparts are just a tiny drop of water in the tidal wave overcoming us - you can either ride it and surf on in to the sunset, or you can fold your arms, do nothing and watch yourself sink to the bottom. Your choice y'all.

Sink or swim?

Watch me go

She's here. She's happy!
She's strong. She is funny.
She's ready. She is running.

If it doesn't offend SOMEBODY

then what is the damn point.

my dad would be so proud to hear me say that.

eve allowed to eat the apple

vice.
definition: moral weakness.

the way the saying goes, we're all allowed to have one.
we're allowed to... allow ourselves to what we please.
eve allowed to eat the apple.

Giving in to the vice, you take a breath and take it in.
You let it out, and you let it go. And you probably do it again.

another definition: sexual immorality.
interesting. is sex a sin? i can't keep track.

It's permission to give in every now and then.
To throw your hands up, take a deep breath, and release.

The grip loosens. The white knuckles fade. You'll grab hold again, but you just need this one second. Just one bite.

Bitter? Party of One?

Christina, standing in our kitchen talking about the joys of dating, says, "Yeah, but what if I started dating this guy and he ended up killing me??!"

She had gotten a little too involved in the Lacey Peterson story she watched the night before and imagined herself in a relationship with someone who could keep such a secret evil side hidden.

I thought over her concern for a second and then responded with a shrug of my shoulders, "True, but at least if he actually killed you, you'd get to be done with the whole situation."

My boy roommate Pierre had been listening to our girl banter and chimed in at this comment, laughing, "So those are really the options these days??!!"

We all laughed at the thought and I realized that Yes, I did just say -out loud- that dying is a viable alternative to dating. Oy.

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The real truth about cats and dogs

To my fellow females: we are cats in this analogy.

Guys, men, males... you get to be dogs.

Which is ironic since we're the bitches.


Follow me down this one.

I live with two cats (and their owners), Garcia and Hoki (those are the cats, not the owners). They have lived together for 4 months and still can not be in the same room at the same time without attacking each other after 20 minutes (again, clarifying I'm talking about the felines here).

A similar scene from dog world would play out much different. Dogs don't know what to make of each other right away, but after a couple sniffs the relationship-dynamic is set. And not only that, each dog understands the relationship and acts accordingly. Dogs figure out how to just -b-e- around each other and don't give it any more thought.

No over-thinking, no hurt feelings, no grudges, no passive aggression. Just two dawgs hanging out.

Cats sit all day planning attacks. They creep up on each other from behind and swat while no one is looking. They take over certain spots in the apartment and associate people with their territories, their people and their territory. They're competitive and conniving and let nothing go.

Raise your hand if that sounds familiar.

I've been living with this cat drama for these past 4 months. The cats' constant vindictive battles is so similar to the way we girls treat each other. We are competitive, mean to each other by default, are easily frustrated and don't deal with tough situations when they arise - instead we fester, make things worse than they need to be, and attack when it will hurt the most.

Why can't we all just get along?

This maybe explains why I gravitate toward living with guy roommates and mostly made friends with boys when I was a little kid. Guys are generally just -e-a-s-y- to be around and most importantly, it's easier to contain MY crazy when I'm the only one fighting for the top spot on the scratching post.

Meow.