Just got word that one of my good friends was cheated on.
The other girl was her "best friend." Needless to say, that friendship is probably over.
It takes two to cheat. Obviously, the person in a relationship should have enough of a conscience not to cheat, but the other person sometimes doesn't know their treading on private property.
Not so in this case. She knew, and she did it anyway. People, what are you doing? These are the stories that make me not want to trust anyone. Unbelievable.
February 26, 2011
February 25, 2011
Dear Ladies. Everywhere.
Dear Ladies,
Being on or near your period does not give you permission to act like a psycho.
Same goes for when you're drunk (men, you too on this one).
It may be the cause for your behavior, but it's not an excuse.
Sincerely,
A girl who lives with too many other girls...
Being on or near your period does not give you permission to act like a psycho.
Same goes for when you're drunk (men, you too on this one).
It may be the cause for your behavior, but it's not an excuse.
Sincerely,
A girl who lives with too many other girls...
February 18, 2011
New Paradigm
As you might have noticed, I'm into dream analysis.
Today's blurb is not related to dream content, but an interesting phenomenon I experienced this afternoon. I didn't get much sleep last night (Thursday nights are the college senior's mecca), so I was pretty tired. I laid down on the couch, and drifted into one of those states of sleep where you aren't completely asleep.
--I was really tired, and I was trying to focus on what I was doing, but I kept falling in and out of sleep. The lights were dim, and everything was kind of hazy. He kept telling me not to fall asleep, and when I did, I opened my eyes and was laying on the couch.--
I dubbed it a yin-yang dream. Falling asleep in my dream allowed me to wake up in real life. Kind of sucks because it was a nice dream.
In other news, I have a job! For real, in the real world with real people. The only down side is that my summer break will be 15 days long, but whatevs. Until then, my goal is to learn how to enjoy life (I've been living at near breaking-point for a good couple of months now).
Coincidentally, in one my my classes we are studying our culture's tendency to overwork ourselves. The professor told the class, much to my relief, that it is impossible to give 100% in everything we do. Some things matter less. It's a fact.
Today's blurb is not related to dream content, but an interesting phenomenon I experienced this afternoon. I didn't get much sleep last night (Thursday nights are the college senior's mecca), so I was pretty tired. I laid down on the couch, and drifted into one of those states of sleep where you aren't completely asleep.
--I was really tired, and I was trying to focus on what I was doing, but I kept falling in and out of sleep. The lights were dim, and everything was kind of hazy. He kept telling me not to fall asleep, and when I did, I opened my eyes and was laying on the couch.--
I dubbed it a yin-yang dream. Falling asleep in my dream allowed me to wake up in real life. Kind of sucks because it was a nice dream.
In other news, I have a job! For real, in the real world with real people. The only down side is that my summer break will be 15 days long, but whatevs. Until then, my goal is to learn how to enjoy life (I've been living at near breaking-point for a good couple of months now).
Coincidentally, in one my my classes we are studying our culture's tendency to overwork ourselves. The professor told the class, much to my relief, that it is impossible to give 100% in everything we do. Some things matter less. It's a fact.
February 14, 2011
V-Day Part 2: The Cereal Theorem
Thanks to a dash of inspiration while driving, there will be TWO entries today.
When looking for a significant other, do looks matter? Some would argue yes, others sometimes, and some not at all (sorry, but you're a liar). Here's what I think...
Imagine you are standing in the cereal isle, having made the conscious decision that you want to try something new. How do you do it? You look for an aesthetically pleasing box with a picture of a tasty-looking cereal, accompanied by a description of a product that meets your needs. You look at the nutritional information--is it good for you? If it meets all your initial criteria, you buy it.
Once at home with your new purchase, it's time to try it. Is it good? If so, is it good enough to keep buying, or would you rather try something else once the box runs out?
That's my Cereal Theorem. The outside only matters until you know what's inside. At that point, the inside speaks for itself.
When looking for a significant other, do looks matter? Some would argue yes, others sometimes, and some not at all (sorry, but you're a liar). Here's what I think...
Imagine you are standing in the cereal isle, having made the conscious decision that you want to try something new. How do you do it? You look for an aesthetically pleasing box with a picture of a tasty-looking cereal, accompanied by a description of a product that meets your needs. You look at the nutritional information--is it good for you? If it meets all your initial criteria, you buy it.
Once at home with your new purchase, it's time to try it. Is it good? If so, is it good enough to keep buying, or would you rather try something else once the box runs out?
That's my Cereal Theorem. The outside only matters until you know what's inside. At that point, the inside speaks for itself.
Happy Valentine's Day
I know, I'm supposed to be bitter, but I've always viewed Valentine's Day as a celebration of love in general (and an excuse to eat chocolate)--not just the romantic kind. I can't pretend to blame my current unhappiness on being single. I wish that was my biggest problem
Three sets of flowers were delivered to my house today. One of my more sensitive housemates was annoyed by all the flowers, so I made her a paper flower out of post-it notes (I suspect that one of the unmarked bouquets might be for her. It's definitely not for me).
Just got back from dinner with my friends. I love my friends (not like THAT, but still), so why not celebrate today with them?
Three sets of flowers were delivered to my house today. One of my more sensitive housemates was annoyed by all the flowers, so I made her a paper flower out of post-it notes (I suspect that one of the unmarked bouquets might be for her. It's definitely not for me).
Just got back from dinner with my friends. I love my friends (not like THAT, but still), so why not celebrate today with them?
February 10, 2011
January 30, 2011
The Birdcage
Yesterday, as I was driving up to LA (third time this week), listening to oldies on the radio and letting my mind wander, I thought of another bloggable topic: how people display their emotions.
The idea was partially inspired by a friend who's had a particularly rough week. As my house-mates and I wondered how to console her, we realized that she often freaks out about little things, but we weren't sure how she reacted to 'big stuff'. I find that this particular friend and I are pretty similar, so I had a feeling her reaction would be much quieter than my house-mates expected. Sure enough, when I saw her the next day, she said that she went off by herself, curled up in a ball, and did her thing.
Back to my LA car ride--that's when I thought of an interesting analogy for the two types of emotional displays: those who wear their emotions on their sleeves, and those who...don't.
Emotions are birds. Some let their birds fly free, while others prefer to keep them in a cage so they can keep an eye on them. Initially, it seems like it is preferable to keep the birds caged. However, the problem with keeping the birds caged up is that on the rare occasion they do get out, they scatter with the breeze and it takes absolutely forever to locate them all and get them back in the cage. This is likely because these birds are more deprived for freedom than the birds that are free all the time. Once you do find the birds and put them all back (or as many as you can find), there is a feeling of unrest within the cage because the birds know what it feels like to fly free and want to return to their natural state.
So is it best to never let the birds out in the first place? Sometimes, we don't have a choice, but also it's a personal preference. It might be easier to keep them caged, but then again, birds have wings for a reason.
Photo credit: me. April 2010
The idea was partially inspired by a friend who's had a particularly rough week. As my house-mates and I wondered how to console her, we realized that she often freaks out about little things, but we weren't sure how she reacted to 'big stuff'. I find that this particular friend and I are pretty similar, so I had a feeling her reaction would be much quieter than my house-mates expected. Sure enough, when I saw her the next day, she said that she went off by herself, curled up in a ball, and did her thing.
Back to my LA car ride--that's when I thought of an interesting analogy for the two types of emotional displays: those who wear their emotions on their sleeves, and those who...don't.
Emotions are birds. Some let their birds fly free, while others prefer to keep them in a cage so they can keep an eye on them. Initially, it seems like it is preferable to keep the birds caged. However, the problem with keeping the birds caged up is that on the rare occasion they do get out, they scatter with the breeze and it takes absolutely forever to locate them all and get them back in the cage. This is likely because these birds are more deprived for freedom than the birds that are free all the time. Once you do find the birds and put them all back (or as many as you can find), there is a feeling of unrest within the cage because the birds know what it feels like to fly free and want to return to their natural state.
So is it best to never let the birds out in the first place? Sometimes, we don't have a choice, but also it's a personal preference. It might be easier to keep them caged, but then again, birds have wings for a reason.
Photo credit: me. April 2010
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