Originally, I was going to post this as a status update. I've found that i've been going a little overkill with the updates. So instead, I decided to make it a semi-short blog entry. The Holiday season officially started a little less than a week ago (at least for me). Some people start in October, can you beleive that? Somehow amidst all the chaos, I find my holiday spirit when it's all too late. No matter how much I try, I stay Ebenezer Scrooge until about the 20th of December. I wish I knew how people start putting up Christmas lights in October. I forget what snow feels and even looks like, ( I guess you would call it ) "living" in the southwest United States. The people driving on icy roads are reminded every year. I'm sure they don't miss it when they have to plow out their driveways and walk around in wet boots. Growing up in New York, I suppose my tolerance for the cold is quite substantial compared to the natives of this area. I know i'm living in the wrong area of the country when I walk around in a T-shirt when everyone else is bundled up like frosty the snowman. With temperatures reaching well over 100 everyday, I swore back in July that I would NEVER complain about being cold again. So therefore, I welcome winter with open arms. Especially this year.
Christmas is just around the corner, and businesses are thriving with holiday cheer. I apologize to all my friends of other faiths. I personally am not a devout Christian, but I do celebrate the holiday. Now I finally get to the point of why i'm writing this blog in the first place. I find that it seems to be a tradition of being nice, and giving on the holidays. *Scrooge alert* For one month out of the year, everyone becomes nice all of a sudden. Then come January 2nd, they're all back to their devious ways. People should be nice year round, and not "perform" when it's the holiday season. To me, it kind of defeats the purpose of an act of kindness, when it's done because it's almost mandatory. The department store bell-ringers wouldn't need to stand outside of Wal-Mart, Macys and various shopping destinations begging for money, if people had contributed year-round.
I hope everyone can carry this kindness and generosity into the new year, and not just pretend during the holidays. For those who can, are truly the ones with spirit. Not just "holiday spirit".
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Cohorts
Emphasizing on my last blog, I figured I would continue with a similar idea. Whilst my old friends and I grow up, i've begun to realize that people are getting married all around me. Some even younger than I. There seems to be this sense of urgency now a days, or at least when someone reaches their mid 20's, THEY MUST BE MARRIED. Almost as if someone's life isn't complete because they're not married. Like the baby boom generation right after World War II, perhaps it has to do with a lot of soldiers coming back from Iraq / Afghanistan. Maybe not, because the people I know getting married aren't exactly engaged to G.I. Joe the All American Hero. I hate to say it, but it's almost become this cultural phenomenon that you're freaking awesome if you're married.
Maybe it's just my cynical side coming out, but I compare it to a deep blue ocean. It may appear pristine and non-polluted from the surface, but when you dive in you don't know what jagged rocks and sunken vessels linger there from previous engagements. Who knows? some people get lucky and find treasure, others may be diving into shark infested waters. Walking the isle, almost like walking the plank to their doom. Some of us aren't seaworthy, like myself.
I personally am much older than a lot of people getting married. I often have to ask the question "What is the urgency?". I'm only 26 and I sound like I should be in my 50's. I understand it's the ultimate way to tell someone you love them, but shouldn't you make sure that it's something you can handle for the rest of your life? Referring to my analogy earlier, it appears perfect, but there is a lot of sacrifice involved. This is something I don't think many people take into account beforehand. Yes you're nearly old enough to drink and already married, you'll be supposedly stuck with this person FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. They should start handing out prenuptial agreements with bottles of Jack. Or even Drivers Licenses. Don't drink and drive.
Yeah so I might grow old and become this cat person. I already have 4 cats, so I believe I am already on my way. Go me. There also seems to be this invisible clock ticking down for everyone before all the babies magically disappear from the universe. I'm personally not trying to offend anyone, just wondering what the big deal is with becoming adults before actually becoming adults. I truly hate to see people growing up too fast, and already settling in before they've even given themselves a chance to live. I mean, if children and spouses give you happiness, then go for it. Just make sure you're ready for it.
To me it almost seems contagious. Someone gets married, then their friends start thinking "shouldn't I be married?". So they go off and get hitched just so they're not the "Unmarried" one. Which perhaps has it's own stigma. I've seen this case a lot. Even in myself, but I realize I am not ready for it. Not nearly.
Maybe it's just my cynical side coming out, but I compare it to a deep blue ocean. It may appear pristine and non-polluted from the surface, but when you dive in you don't know what jagged rocks and sunken vessels linger there from previous engagements. Who knows? some people get lucky and find treasure, others may be diving into shark infested waters. Walking the isle, almost like walking the plank to their doom. Some of us aren't seaworthy, like myself.
I personally am much older than a lot of people getting married. I often have to ask the question "What is the urgency?". I'm only 26 and I sound like I should be in my 50's. I understand it's the ultimate way to tell someone you love them, but shouldn't you make sure that it's something you can handle for the rest of your life? Referring to my analogy earlier, it appears perfect, but there is a lot of sacrifice involved. This is something I don't think many people take into account beforehand. Yes you're nearly old enough to drink and already married, you'll be supposedly stuck with this person FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. They should start handing out prenuptial agreements with bottles of Jack. Or even Drivers Licenses. Don't drink and drive.
Yeah so I might grow old and become this cat person. I already have 4 cats, so I believe I am already on my way. Go me. There also seems to be this invisible clock ticking down for everyone before all the babies magically disappear from the universe. I'm personally not trying to offend anyone, just wondering what the big deal is with becoming adults before actually becoming adults. I truly hate to see people growing up too fast, and already settling in before they've even given themselves a chance to live. I mean, if children and spouses give you happiness, then go for it. Just make sure you're ready for it.
To me it almost seems contagious. Someone gets married, then their friends start thinking "shouldn't I be married?". So they go off and get hitched just so they're not the "Unmarried" one. Which perhaps has it's own stigma. I've seen this case a lot. Even in myself, but I realize I am not ready for it. Not nearly.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
He's Back.. Again.
No not the suicidal maniac, but me. I am sorry to disappoint anyone who actually still reads this babbling nonsense. It's been a long time since I have posted, and I found the drive again to write. I think it's been 2 months exactly. My birthday and Halloween have long since come and gone, and summer's finally over. It is now getting ready for winter. I almost feel that i've been neglecting my poor old blog, and forgotten to jot down my inane ramblings.
Things have changed, and I guess the things that needed changing did so themselves. I'm still alive, border-lining on insanity, but I still have a pulse. I forgot to even post on my favourite holiday in the universe. I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't do much besides engage in horror marathons all month long, which I still continue even though it's well into November. It's November already!?
It's amazing how people lose touch, who are even the best of friends. It happens all the time that friends in high school go off to college and swear up and down that they'll still hang out and keep in touch. If it wasn't for a certain social networking place, I would have lost touch with all of them long ago. I don't mean to be cynical but it's a sad truth. I wonder where they are, what they've gotten themselves into. If they've gotten themselves out of it. My old friends, I mean. Personally, I would give a lot to go back in time and do it all over again. I guess this means I enjoyed the time I had with them.
I suppose it's hard to write in these blogs and not get all nostalgic and reminisce about the "good 'ol days" (boy I sound old). Trying to speak from experience and to those who have experienced the same thing, I know it happens to almost everyone. I wonder how people truly live into their 30's and still hang out with the same friends. I would bet that moving has a big part to do with it, which I have been a victim of a handful of times. So some words of advice. Don't move. Unless you absolutely hate it, and there's crack babies everywhere in your neighborhood. Only if you start growing a third ear from the radioactivity in your home town. Which actually might prove pretty useful. If you have a good family, I guess what they say is true. The only people who will be there for you for most of your life is your family. People come and go, lovers will stray but your family will help you most of the way.
I hope this isn't my final entry for the month, but i'll be back.
Things have changed, and I guess the things that needed changing did so themselves. I'm still alive, border-lining on insanity, but I still have a pulse. I forgot to even post on my favourite holiday in the universe. I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't do much besides engage in horror marathons all month long, which I still continue even though it's well into November. It's November already!?
It's amazing how people lose touch, who are even the best of friends. It happens all the time that friends in high school go off to college and swear up and down that they'll still hang out and keep in touch. If it wasn't for a certain social networking place, I would have lost touch with all of them long ago. I don't mean to be cynical but it's a sad truth. I wonder where they are, what they've gotten themselves into. If they've gotten themselves out of it. My old friends, I mean. Personally, I would give a lot to go back in time and do it all over again. I guess this means I enjoyed the time I had with them.
I suppose it's hard to write in these blogs and not get all nostalgic and reminisce about the "good 'ol days" (boy I sound old). Trying to speak from experience and to those who have experienced the same thing, I know it happens to almost everyone. I wonder how people truly live into their 30's and still hang out with the same friends. I would bet that moving has a big part to do with it, which I have been a victim of a handful of times. So some words of advice. Don't move. Unless you absolutely hate it, and there's crack babies everywhere in your neighborhood. Only if you start growing a third ear from the radioactivity in your home town. Which actually might prove pretty useful. If you have a good family, I guess what they say is true. The only people who will be there for you for most of your life is your family. People come and go, lovers will stray but your family will help you most of the way.
I hope this isn't my final entry for the month, but i'll be back.
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