As I have now graduated from the world of the twenties into the world of the thirties, there are some interesting observations that I’ve made so far. The first is that apparantly it becomes a full blown faux paus to be single and thirty. Im not sure if this is more of a southern faux paus or just a general one. I feel like I look great and I feel great but the rest of the world sees me as a pathetic schoolmarm in need of a hug and few hundred cats. When did we revert back to the 50’s? I choose to be single because I didn’t want to be twentysomething and working on my second or third marriage. I have friends that are starting out their second marriages and haven’t even reached thirty. Really? Seriously? When you are looking at a 50% divorce rate, you ain’t looking at real good odds. And yet, even when this is our modern reality, it never fails that someone will say the dreaded, “Don’t worry. You are still young enough. You’ll find someone soon”. I literally want to smash these people upside the head. I really want to be in a loveless marriage with someone whose mere presence makes me throw up in my mouth a little, just to say I’m married. I’m just not the marrying type. So sue me. I don’t dream of white wedding dresses and cakes and my groom at the alter. I dream of finding a partner and someone to spend my days with, but who says I have to marry him? You can walk away from a break up, not so much from a marriage. Coming from two parents that have seven marriages between them, can you really blame me? Jeesh. So to all you single haters out there, LAY OFF. While you are procreating and lying next to someone who snores like a freight train and uses your tooth brush, I’ll be having fun jumping out of a plane or getting the best first kiss ever. To quote the brave and wise Mr. Jon Bon Jovi, “it’s my life, bitches”. Okay, I added that last part. Stay tuned……..more rants coming soon!
May 15, 2008
Bloggy Bloggerson
So, before I decided to write this “blog” thingie, I decided to really get involved and discover the true meaning of what it is to “blog”. I didn’t get too far because I came across the best definition that could ever really encompass what it is. The urban dictionary defines a blog as: A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life. Honestly, I couldn’t have said it better myself. I hold no dilusions that my rantings and ravings will hold the interest of a four year old, let alone grown ass people. But, I feel the world is entitled to hear what I have to say, and so, here the hell I am. I can promise you that this blog will be updated frequently and with a fervor that is usually only reserved for a meaningful career. Since that is not currently applying, I will apply a tenacious energy and coddle this project like a newborn. Here we go! Wheeeeeeeeee!
