Different Strokes

When I wake up in the morning it seems to be a mad rush for clothes. I mean hey, I'm a girl, it's okay. No matter what I pick out the night before, something seems more appealing in the morning or I just look like a whale with pale skin when I put it on and look in the mirror. So I rip through my wardrobe sweeping aside mass amounts of silk, and soft sweaters, and crisp jcrew button downs onto my papasan chair where arnold sits... yes Arnold is in fact the dog. Arnold is not a dog, Arnold is the dog, but that's for another day.

So, now that i have an hour until work and half of my wardrobe on my papasan chair I decided to sit down and write about something I think maybe be of immediate importance in this world, right this very minute.

Okay, get this. If you go on a "stumble" spree you may run across many social sites that connect you with either a bunch of people or one single person sitting somewhere else in the world. The first time I stumbled on one, I hesitantly pushed the "start" button, wondering if a sex offender was sitting on the other side. Well, in fact, he might have been. But after a few tries I began to get more comfortable, I was able to sit down and say hello without getting nervous... okay well I still got a little nervous, but that's just me. Now, after talking to many great people on there with similar view points and ideas or completely different views and ideas I realized something. I have absolutely no clue what is right or wrong for anyone, because no matter what, no one else knows what is truly right or wrong for me. So I stopped judging the people sitting on the other side of the screen asking for nude pictures, and just let them be. I didn't have to partake, but I didn't have to be rude and say awful things to them either. I just let them be.

I try not to judge people, I try not to gossip, I try to be a good person, but sometimes I think back on things I've said and realize I was being a complete closed minded idiot. Does that ever happen to you? I mean even small comments or snickers that I think, man I wish those words wouldn't have come out of my mouth. I've realized that when people do things we may not love, that doesn't mean they made a bad choice or a wrong choice, just different. And the great thing is, different choices are what make it so completely interesting to meet new people.

Meeting someone who is exactly like you, who thinks like you, likes the same things, wants the same things, gets so very old so very fast. It's the differences in people that make conversation exciting, that make sharing new experiences exciting. So we need to celebrate our differences, even in the little things.

I just needed to remind myself of that and thought I would write it down to share. Let's embrace our different choices, whether we all agree with them or not.

P.S.- This is no way condones the choices such as taking someone's rights or basic human rights away. That's a whole other can of worms that can't be opened without shooting myself in the foot.

Why we all live

Love.

Love is why I live. Love, for that matter, is why we all live.

Now, I am not a crazy romantic, I never have been. I don't find myself watching Pride and Prejudice and crying every weekend, not that I do not love that movie. Every self respecting woman loves a good Jane Austen novel turned into a movie, it's just part of our genes. Not only do we get to swoon over the words of Mr. Darcy but we get to see his hot bod walk across screen while he yearns for his love. Ah, Mr. Darcy is the perfect man... Okay that is beside the point, moving on.

The facts are, life is not complete without love. I of course love musicals, and dresses, and sundays reading fashion magazines, but of course what I love above my strange obsessions or passions, are the people in my life. Love for a friend, love for family, or the ultimate, love for your partner are the most important loves we have.

I am lucky enough to be 19 and know what love feels like. I know some people may call me a silly girl, say I'm to young to feel love, but I do. I know what it feels like in best friends and in boyfriends. I am truly lucky to have found love in the perfect boy and the perfect best friends.

When being in love it's important to let the other person know how you feel. Not with flowers, or expensive gifts, but with truth and honesty. And lately, I've really realized how important knowing that your love is reciprocated is.

This is why.... well, from my perspective this is why.

There is a point when dating someone that the honey moon period goes away. The point where you feel like you are no longer swooned over. The point where you stop having people tell you, " oh he is so smitten with you"... and it feels like utter crap. The excitement goes and you feel doubtful that people still feel the same way about you, when it's 3 am at least. Yeah, 3 am is about right, the time when our brains turn to mush and we let our minds take flight. But being in a long distance relationship magnifies that. Not only are you no longer swooned over, but you are no longer getting calls all the time, no longer getting "I miss you's" all the time and just no longer getting the attention everyone in love craves. And when you are in a long distance relationship, you already get less attention than the average couples give each other. And let's face it, living in the same country or different countries, we all crave love.

It's truly important that people know we still love them, because love is what we live for. Love is what I live for. I love the people around me, and I want them to know. I never want someone to feel the way I do lately, I want people to know how important they are to me everyday. Because it is important they know, actually it's so important they know.

So just so you know, I am still utterly in love with you. I am still completely smitten with you everyday. I still think you are the perfect man for me. I still am in awe of how handsome you are, even when I pout about your facial hair. I still get giddy when I think about you and get a goofy grin when you smile at me or kiss me. And I still can't wait for what's to come with you, you are just about the only thing in my life so far that I've had the patience for. It's important to me that you know that I still love you, and even if our honeymoon period is over, I'm still weak at the knees for you. It's important you know that.

Love is not only why I live, it's why we all live... so let's show people that. I have just come to this conclusion, and I think it's one of the most important things I've thought of.

Let's love and be loved my friends. : )

Jealousy.

It pumps in our veins. It turns our minds to radical conclusions. It infuriates our eyes. It wrinkles our tainted skin.

It is not rational.

Jealousy is not based on rational thinking. We all have the jealousy bug and it can pop up to bite us at any time. It will burrow in us, until the ideal moment, to make us miserable. The problem is, like any strong emotion, we can let jealousy do nasty things to use and let it run rampant through our minds. We throw rational out the window and decide to let thoughts of master planned lies take over our minds and often consume our bodies.

Just a while ago, I let my body become enveloped in overly active tear-ducts, trembles, and moans of helplessness. Just by viewing pictures that really had no meaning, the bug bit me...in the ass. It wasn't logical, it wasn't based on reason, it was entirely myself being controlled by a toxic emotion.

So how do we not let jealousy turn us into suspicious idiots when it bites? We talk it out. Again, being honest about our feelings is the only way we keep ourselves from harvesting resentment in our souls only to be watered every time the bug comes back... and it will. No matter how utterly lame we feel, jealousy should be discussesd, not held inside.

Instead of fb stalking our jealous emotions relentlessly- looking for more proof to make us miserable- just talk it out. It worked for me.