OMGEEEE

10 months, really? Almost a year?

Look at me not go. Commonly referred to as "stopping".

Where to even begin. Work was atrocious and I never got time off. And what little time off I did get, I spent worrying about work. I had nightmares about work. I had anxiety about work. I hated going into work. I hated seeing all of my friends leave while I stayed behind.

And now I have a new job. Same company, new job. A significant pay bump (which I certainly won't complain about), and a schedule that I make. It's a little unnerving, having this much freedom, but I'm thankful for the change of pace. I'm grateful for the challenge this sales job presents.

I've had the puperoo a year, which is mind-blowing. I've built a computer. Two of my friends have made gigantic moves to different states. One of my friends is expecting a baby. I'm buying a Mustang within the next month (and no one's gonna stop me). My sister is officially done her dissertation, which means she graduates as a master's degree holding person in October. I traveled to Ireland. I took Pinkerton on a five and a half hour road trip. I ran out of gas twice (because I'm stupid). And I went on my first real world, grown up work related trip.

Now for the reason behind my post.

I'm an adult now, as terrifying as that is. Which means my Facebook feed is filled with one of three things: engagements, weddings or babies. Not much else on there. There's the occasional spotty post about someone doing something unrelated to one of those three things. And I find them a breath of fresh air. They make me feel a little more normal.

In the midst of all of this happening, I've noticed something: Engagements and weddings that go viral.

I'm all about making a wedding a celebration. They really should be treated like that. But I've seen some things that have gone around that, essentially say, "This is the best engagement/wedding/baby on the planet, and no one else can even remotely compare". To be frank, it bothers me. I ignore them anymore because it makes me feel like either a) I'll get my hopes up or b) I'll be disappointed that those things aren't happening to me.

It's almost annoying how we've turned relationships into this trope to have. This thing to tout and show off. Like somehow, someone in their specific union has mastered something that doesn't have a textbook. Remember people, relationships are unique. Every single one of them. Because of that, how can we possibly allow ourselves to compare one to another? It's like comparing an apple to an orange - as cliche as that is. They are different in every single way.

That's how relationships, engagements, marriages, families, are supposed to be. They're all unique and special. They're all irreplaceable. Why do we put a star sticker on one? They're all genuinely beautiful.

I'm getting off my soapbox now. Simply because, for no adequate reason, I'm exhausted. I fear I'm getting sick. How annoying is that? It's like the year of the plague for me.

Currently I'm in between books. I'll pick up one of them sometime this weekend and dig in.

Currently Listening to: "Sleep" by Polyphony and Steven Layton

You Ridiculous Person You

Adventures in Susan's mind chapter one.

Today I was standing with one of my coworkers as he toiled away and I waited to get on the computer to print something. As he worked, he brought up the fact that he was required to friendzone a girl he was seeing. "Why are you friendzoning her?" I asked.

"She doesn't meet my requirements."

"Okay, how doesn't she measure up?"

"Well, for starters, she's twenty-five, she works at a dead end job, she doesn't have a college degree, and her greatest ambition in life is to move out of her parents house. That just won't work for me."

I almost laughed in his face.

"That's so mean!" You say. I must not like my coworkers very much to want to laugh square in their face when they say something like that. I must be a cold-hearted individual to think such a response is appropriate. Hold your horses there cowboy. Just settle down for a sec. Here's why I almost laughed at him:

Because he was describing himself.

Aside from the "twenty-five years old" bit, literally, that kid just lumped her into the same category as himself. And he's deluded enough to think that somehow he's better than her! This kid dropped out of college after a semester, has allowed himself to rise to his own level of incompetence at our workplace (which is retail by the way), and whenever I ask him about what he wants to do with his life, he responds with, "I dunno." His greatest ambition is to build a quad and move out of his parents house. Aside from the quad, it sounds exactly the same as this girl that he's forcing into the friendzone.

See, this is why people are so screwed up. We all think that somehow we're allowed to put restrictions on other people and "requirements" on our potential spouse. But at the same time, don't you dare put a requirement on me. Somehow, that rule doesn't apply to myself, but it certainly applies to everyone else in my life.

How ridiculous. This is precisely why I can't take this kid seriously.

In other, completely unrelated news, I sent out queries & synopsis to three agents tonight. Hopefully, within the next two weeks, I'll be hearing something. Additionally, our Nonprofit group finally was authenticated by the government.

Currently Editing: Unity
Currently Reading: Brisinger by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "Clarity" by Zedd