Monday, December 28, 2009

Two thousand Ten shall begin

I've been chatting with one of my favorite people. He might be the one of the goofiest people I know, but he is magnificently charming and I value his opinion dearly. After talking to him, all I can think about is New Years and relationships (or lack there of)

In 2010: I will graduate, I will turn 23, I will hopefully follow through with my new years resolutions, and I will begin the next stage of my life. Those things, I could care less about right now. I want to have one hell of a night on the 31st. Hopefully meet a total stranger to kiss on New Years, and hopefully never have to run into them again. And hopefully that stranger is not someone that one of my friends has a history with, because that would be my luck.

As for relationships, I'm 100% content with being single. Although many associate the word single with being lonely, I, on the other hand do not. Single, Singular. One. Yes, all you have to think about is yourself and what's going to make YOU happy. It's rather liberating, not at all lonely. If you are lonely, find some friends.

Dear New Years, I need one drama free, crazy good time. Please try hard. Thanks.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Royal Mess-ups

Speechless. It's a problem that I rarely face, but presently, this problem is overwhelming me. I've been trying to come up with a certain set of words for a few weeks now. A certain set of words that I know are going to hurt someone that I care about. I know that after I compose these words, the pain that they will cause my friend will also hurt me.

I have spent the last few weeks in a war with my conscience. My head is telling me to do one thing, my heart agrees, but the huge serving of guilt that has been settling in my stomach has kept me from doing the right thing.

Since I didn't follow what my head and heart have been telling me to do, which is come clean with the truth, I have "royally messed-up." I don't deserve to call this person my friend, because I didn't treat them like one.

I owe them an explanation a.s.a.p. The words "I'm sorry" never seem to be enough. I love my life, and I try to not make regrets, but if I regret anything it would be the friendships I've lost over the years.

I'm trying to calculate the words. I'm working on it, but until then all I can say is "I'm sorry." Karma is coming to kick me in the butt, if it makes you feel better.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


DTR. These three letters send people over the edge. For those of you who are illiterate to 21st century jargon, DTR is the code word for "defining the relationship." Usually boys avoid the "DTR" talk like the plague, but my friends may be worse than boys. There is something ridiculously scary about the words "committed" or "monogamous" or "taken."

Even if you're absolutely crazy about someone, being 100% committed to a relationship causes a little heartburn. The word single just sounds so inviting, adventurous, and mysterious. The options are endless. Being in a relationship sounds so predictable and boring.

My friend (we'll refer to her as the Perpetual Postponer from now on, because she is notorious for dodging the DTR) has essentially been committed to a certain boy for almost a semester now. She hasn't been looking for any other prospects and spends an abundance of time with this one certain boy that she claims to not be committed to. So what's stopping her? Letting go of being single may be worse than breaking up with someone. It's a lifestyle change, and frankly it's just intimidating. I don't think miss Perpetual Postponer will be able to postpone the DTR much longer, so we'll see how the girlfriend shoe fits her.