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| I recently talked to a friend that's also going through a mid-20's
crisis. I find this to be a recurring theme amongst all my friends and
I wonder if Hollywood has anything to do with it. Well, that and
probably the economy. You've all probably read articles about our
generation and how we seem to be in limbo after graduating college. We
are in limbo when it comes to relationships, careers and our struggle
to become independent and yet retain our ability to still be
free-spirited (read: avoiding responsibilities).
We want our relationships to work out so we can be like our parents and
have kids like they did when they were our age. Except we now have
more options. Most ppl want to travel and enjoy their freedom before
the big "I do". Most of my guy friends are still going to bars looking
for a one night stand and not girlfriends. So when does that stop?
When you've become to old to get your "drink" on? Or when you start to
notice that the ppl you're attracted to were probably still in middle
school when you were in college? Sound familiar?
As for careers, well, the baby boomers are still alive due to great
medical advancements but bad for ppl who just graduated. We grew up on
the formula that you're set as long as you graduated from college.
Nowadays, a college degree is equivalent to a high school degree. So
that makes getting a job easy but to find a career that you truly enjoy
and still get paid for it? Not so easy. Let's not forget that ppl in
the coveted high positions are STILL ALIVE. So what now? Some move
back home in attempts to save money to pay off loans and avoid "real
world" costs like rent, gas and even your own food. My sister is
moving back home soon when she recently graduated. She was amazed when
she revamped her budget and realized how much money she'll be saving
while living at home. She can even go part-time at her current job to
allot more time for studying to get her license (pharmacy, not drivers).
Makes me wonder if I should move home too. Maybe if my commute to NYC
wouldn't be so tortuous. But one other major factor to consider: I
love my parents but I think I treasure my freedom more. And because I
am that selfish, I'm in limbo. | | |
| Work has been slow lately so I've been occupying my time reading miscellaneous blogs created by individuals much more articulate than yours truly. The one that I've been utterly consumed by is waiterrant.net. This guy has a great sense of humor and makes me wonder how much other ppl observe you in public when most of us don't even think twice about it (esp. to those loudmouths on cell phones). Reading his blog inspires me to start my own but I think it's best to keep my thoughts to myself as I might get in trouble for posting unkind words. I keep those in my private archaic journal where yes, I actually write with pen and ink (occassionally washed down with tears).
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| Definition:
1. Something contained, as in a receptacle.
2. The subject matter or essential meaning of something, especially a dream.
3. Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied.
Word of this weekend.
On
Friday, I took the day off because I really needed my rest from a few
hours of sleep for several nights in a row. I slept till 11:30am that
day (ahh...) I love love love it. I can't remember sleeping that well
in a while. Went into the city early to sign up for volleyball. The
list filled up so fast, thank goodness I went so early. I went to
Central Park to warm up with S and some other ppl. It was so freaking
hot and humid but I was well rested and ready for some serious rally.
Met up with Q, J, and V later. It was fantastic. I had such a great
time. It was like all the extra sleep I got that morning gave me
superpowers to be extra happy. I was bouncing off the walls and got
some really great spikes. I love sports and the high I get from it.
Saturday
was mushy. Mushy as in hot and humid and also my relationship with A.
We semi-celebrated our 2 year. We were suppose to go to the Alumni
party but ended up spending most of Saturday at his co-worker's BBQ
picnic. It was nice but I felt so young. I felt torn between talking
about the quality of certain wine at the table with the adults and
jumping in the pool with the kids (ages 4-11). At one point, one of
the wife of his coworker inquired about the year I was born, she was
astounded when I replied 1981. Was it that bad? C'mon...there's kids
today on TV drama younger than that and you act surprise?
I
didn't know whether I should've been flattered or offended. Granted, A
is the youngest guy at his company, he's still older than me by a good
3 years (that makes him part of the 70's generation..heheh) They keep
joking and asking us when we're gonna set the wedding but I just
gritted my teeth and smiled. That whole marriage stuff scares the
daylights out of me. I can't even begin to imagine being tied down
right now. I have so many years of freedom ahead of me that I want to
enjoy before the burden of a housewife and motherhood is thrusted upon
me. A tried to reassure me that that is just something that old ppl
say. So I'm gonna try to stay away from old ppl.
We went to
Seaside Heights afterwards and walked the boardwalk. It reminded me of
the first time I was on the boardwalk with him at Pt. Pleasant during
the hurricane. It was one of the rare romantic moments in my life.
A
was apalled by how many obese ppl there were at the shore. It
seriously looked like there was a McDonald's convention and they were
giving out free Big Macs topped off with some milkshakes. And you'd
think the backdrop of lardasses would kill the mood for us...I think it
brought us closer. Not just emotionally but also physically since
there really was barely space when they walk side by side. It was hard
to not stare since they seem to flaunt it with wearing clothes that
denial might have picked out. I've concluded that America has just
embraced fat for now since it's become more prevalent and until the
pharmaceutical companies come up with a magical fat-be-gone pill, the
retail companies will continue banking on this by making more expensive
clothes since they need more fabric.
Sunday - slept in late
again. Went out to eat Vietnamese and slept some more. Haha... Made up
all that laziness for three hours of beach volleyball. Played with
some crappy ppl but they're our friends so I'm suppose to be nice.
Bleh. I hate playing with girls that are scared of the ball. If you
open your fucking eyes, the ball wouldn't be so scary, now, would it?
Idiots. Today was so hot, we were glazed like a crispy creme donut
before we even got into the car from his apt. I shouldn't even be
complaining because tomorrow and the rest of this week is suppose to
get worse! The forecast calls for 90-99 degrees. What? I propose
that ppl who have to use the MTA for public transportation should be
granted days off when the weather transforms the subway stations into a
human oven. *sigh*
Other than bitching about the weather and
stupid ppl, I'm actually happy. My work load has gotten lighter. I
have a personal goal for improving my game and my health. My relationship is drama-free and hassle-free. I get to
see J.M. this week! I can actually say that this pessimist is content
(for now). | | |
| http://www.climatecrisis.net/
For those who haven't seen it yet, go see this documentary. I'm not an advocate for left-wing publicity but this pertains to everyone.
"Humanity is sitting on a ticking time bomb. If the vast majority of the
world's scientists are right, we have just ten years to avert a major
catastrophe that could send our entire planet into a tail-spin of epic
destruction involving extreme weather, floods, droughts, epidemics and
killer heat waves beyond anything we have ever experienced."
Sound familiar? The Northeast has been getting crazy rain and thunderstorms. Just two days ago, there was a tornado near NYC (in Westchester). WTF? I thought tornados only happen out by the midwest. And this humidity is terrible...
Even if you fall asleep while watching it, at least you'll get 100 minutes of cool AC. 
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| I'm so excited...
Joined summer league for vball and I really really want to improve my timing and vertical. I got some ankle weights and I'm ready to grow me some tree trunk legs. It's been a while since I've been so psyched to improve my game.
Next week is my anniversary with A. Two years...how the time has flown... I don't really know what to get him. I mean, I have stuff picked out and of course I'll make something mushy (yucky!) but I still don't feel "finished". What do guys want? Besides food and sex?
We're going back to the place where we met and it's almost like tradition because we did it last year for our one year anniversary too. When I tell ppl this, they're astounded that it's been two years...is it good that time flies? I mean, it's great that it's NOT DRAGGING... But honestly, I don't want time to fly by.
This is my prime...I want to slowly enjoy it...to...what's the word I'm looking for? Savor! Like a great piece of banana cream pie from BlueSmoke...yumm... *drool* Oops..anyway..yea...what was I talking about? Life..right... There's a line from J.Mraz song that I really like: "You are the sweetest thing I've found since whenever, you're the only way my time is measured..." That's how I feel with him...our time is measured by our events. Today I looked over my calendar at work (the only one that I really update) and it's ridiculous what we do sometimes. A and I plan our weekends so action packed that it's always one thing after another.
Well, at least in the beginning it was like that...now we try to slow down and breathe once in a while (probably because of his work)...but we would mayhaps take a nice afternoon nap...I love naps...I think I consider that my second most favorite thing to do. The first is eating chicken...
Ok..now I'm just babbling...gotta go clean and stop procrastinating...
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