I'm blessed to work in a very unconventional work environment...let me explain:
It's casual Friday, everyday. I hear explicit sexual remarks weekly, and they typically make me laugh. My neighbor and I have an ongoing joke about our hypothetical love affair. Approximately 80% of the people I work with are very good-looking. I'm surrounded by people that are smarter than I am- I'm hoping this rubs off on me. We drink beers at work on occasion. We love our country. Love our military even more. My work throws excellent parties. My boss listens to my ideas. It's more than anyone could ask for in a job and I love it- the good and the bad.
I was contemplating how culture shocked I'd be moving to a more polished, professional, and courteous environment and I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't fit in.
This suits me. Thanks workplace.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
"We" Talk
"We love that show."
"We like ham and pineapple on our pizza."
"We love that band."
"We really like the park on sunny days."
We Talk or Talking in the We's is what I commonly refer to as the morphing of mind and spirit that some couples seem to slip into after only a few short months of dating. This is particularly confusing when there is only one person present, as the term "we" implies plural persons.
It saddens me to mourn the mind and spirit of my previously single friends; friends who just a short while ago held their own opinions and made their own plans and decisions. These friends stuck in such couples are quick to lose their own identity for the notion of closeness and a sense of commitment and permanency to their relationships. I do get some of it; you have a partner that you share activities with and you happen to have common interests, but how can you expect me to know who you're talking about when you say "we" and it's just the two of us and I know you're not referring to you and I?? It's as though the person I befriended and found so incredible, no longer seems to have a mind of their own. The irony, or the good news for those who find it as annoying as I do, is the We Talk doesn't become common vernacular for the couples that truly make it. Just look at any couple that's been married for years, for instance- my parents. They celebrate each others' minds and enjoy their time apart just as much as their time together. They take interest in the conversations that come from varied opinions and hobbies. We Talk may indicate the demise of your relationship, unless you're careful it doesn't mean the death of your mind and spirit. Make your own plans. Have your own opinions. Wasn't it your mind and spirit that your beloved fell for??
One thing is certain- I will never speak in the "We's."
"We like ham and pineapple on our pizza."
"We love that band."
"We really like the park on sunny days."
We Talk or Talking in the We's is what I commonly refer to as the morphing of mind and spirit that some couples seem to slip into after only a few short months of dating. This is particularly confusing when there is only one person present, as the term "we" implies plural persons.
It saddens me to mourn the mind and spirit of my previously single friends; friends who just a short while ago held their own opinions and made their own plans and decisions. These friends stuck in such couples are quick to lose their own identity for the notion of closeness and a sense of commitment and permanency to their relationships. I do get some of it; you have a partner that you share activities with and you happen to have common interests, but how can you expect me to know who you're talking about when you say "we" and it's just the two of us and I know you're not referring to you and I?? It's as though the person I befriended and found so incredible, no longer seems to have a mind of their own. The irony, or the good news for those who find it as annoying as I do, is the We Talk doesn't become common vernacular for the couples that truly make it. Just look at any couple that's been married for years, for instance- my parents. They celebrate each others' minds and enjoy their time apart just as much as their time together. They take interest in the conversations that come from varied opinions and hobbies. We Talk may indicate the demise of your relationship, unless you're careful it doesn't mean the death of your mind and spirit. Make your own plans. Have your own opinions. Wasn't it your mind and spirit that your beloved fell for??
One thing is certain- I will never speak in the "We's."
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Day One: Lesson One
Today has me reflecting on growing into my adult self. My 20 year old self would have pictured me married, with children, and settled into a home with the love of my life by now. My 27 year-old reality is single, childless, and living in my own condo. Somewhat of a mindf$&k for little ol' 20 year-old me. I'm contemplating my single life today because I celebrated my best friend and her fiancé's engagement last night. I'd been stressing this party I organized at my parents' house for the last two weeks and I'd only been given two weeks to plan. I cursed the details under my breath and I whined to my other girlfriends about the mundane details of an engagement party while I prevented my ears from bleeding over even more redundant wedding details. Flash forward to last night: my BFF and the love of her life had a great time with family and friends. People complimented my efforts and discussed the couples' future wedding plans. At one point, I overheard my BFF and guests discussing every last detail of her "casual" yet super-planned wedding and I made a mental note that I should absolutely, 100% elope. I admit, I got bogged down in the planning and jaded with the details and hated every second of organizing this party, yet once I witnessed my BFF and her love enjoying the gathering with their closest loved ones, I melted inside thankful I was a part of it all. Adult lesson learned: no matter how much it sucks, it's worth it if it makes the people you love happy. I love you guys and I would do anything to make you happy; even if it meant my own temporary misery. I'm truly blessed.
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