Picture if you will: you're sitting in your car waiting at yet another stoplight as dozens of college students bustle across the intersection. You're not really expecting anything exciting to happen because, well, nothing ever does. It's just a red light. There're just people walking. You turn up your radio and tap your finger on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change so you can get to wherever you're going.
But then, right before your eyes, you see a guy meet a girl mid-intersection, throw her over his shoulder, and continue crossing the intersection like it was the most natural thing in the world.
If I were you, I'd be thinking, "Wait, what?" Because let's be honest, who does that?? In all my years of crossing streets, walking around, and waiting at intersections, I've never actually seen anything quite that random.
But that's probably because you don't know my friend Adam. He's about as random (and awesome) as they come. Yes, it's a shocker, I know. I actually know the guy. And the best part? I was the one he threw over my shoulder. So I was not just watching this happen; I was experiencing it, too.
So yeah, my best friend threw me over his shoulder and carried me across the intersection (the wrong direction, I might add -- I wanted to go to campus and he inconveniently decided we'd go where he wanted to go, which was towards home) and it pretty much made my day. Thought I'd share.
However, note to self from now on, when I see Adam anywhere on campus, make sure I can dodge him so that I don't keep being forcibly sidetracked from my destination.
21 October 2009
16 October 2009
Glutton for Punishment
Gluttony's a sin, oh didn't you know
And for every sin, the punishment must go
On the heels of the crime and give you a jab
To scold and remind you that you've been bad
Now achy and punished, you know you got served
The dish that you richly and truly deserved
But oh the confusion when rules get all bent
For how do you punish a glutton for punishment?
Just a little ditty I penned out of exasperation for my ridiculous habit of going back for more when I know I don't really want it. Whether it be food, boys, sleep, or putting off homework. I just keep asking for it. So for all you punishment-gluttons out there, this one's for you. I wish I were a song writer and had musical talent, because I have this really whimsical tune in my head right now. But don't ask me to sing it. I won't. :)
And for every sin, the punishment must go
On the heels of the crime and give you a jab
To scold and remind you that you've been bad
Now achy and punished, you know you got served
The dish that you richly and truly deserved
But oh the confusion when rules get all bent
For how do you punish a glutton for punishment?
Just a little ditty I penned out of exasperation for my ridiculous habit of going back for more when I know I don't really want it. Whether it be food, boys, sleep, or putting off homework. I just keep asking for it. So for all you punishment-gluttons out there, this one's for you. I wish I were a song writer and had musical talent, because I have this really whimsical tune in my head right now. But don't ask me to sing it. I won't. :)
13 October 2009
The Experiment
I conducted a fascinating experiment today.
Okay okay so "experiment" might not be the right term. I don't have the time or patience to survey guys on how they think. But I reserve the right to express my opinion.
Just for kicks, I posted a status expressing my "willingness" to date. "Willingness" being the operative word because I had no intention of taking any would-be offers up on a date if the best they could do was comment on a status on facebook. That just strikes me as tacky. A phone call or an in-person invitation would do nicely and, in my humble opinion, SHOULD be done in order to garner the most of a girl's respect from the beginning.
Now, perhaps it was a bit low of me to resort to said tackiness in order to find out what would happen, but I don't feel like discussing the ethics of my experiment choice. I was more curious about the reaction. Frankly, I expected more comments from girls, saying "me too!" and maybe, just maybe, a guy saying "sure" or "no". The results were surprising and I learned two key things:
1) None of the facetiousness of my emotions at the time translated into what other people saw. Perhaps I chose the wrong emoticon. If so, my bad. I would think a winky face would be suitably indicative of the kind of tone I was using. Or maybe I should have left one off altogether. That aside, almost everyone thought I was serious, which I suppose is a sad reflection on their knowledge of me.
2) Some guys can be downright cruel. Now, since they were operating under the assumption that I was serious, which obviously I wasn't, I'm not particularly hurt by any of their comments, but had I meant it, I would have been hurt. (Follow that sentence if you can... I'm not sure it makes sense). But they said everything from "desperate" to "pathetic" to "you know better than that." The only one who didn't was my friend who knows me well enough to know that I was being facetious.
What did I learn?
First and foremost, jokes are tricky on facebook. This entire argument has the potential to be invalidated by that fact alone. In which case the moral of the story is simply to avoid making jokes on facebook that can be taken the wrong way. However, I know that at least a few guys genuinely thought I was serious and made comments based on that assumption, so I proceed.
Second and most pertinent, I hear guys bemoaning that girls make things so difficult. Girls don't say how they feel or make it easy for a guy to ask them out (leaving off the ridiculous oversight that girls have exactly the same problem with guys). Well, who can marvel when there are guys like that in the world? No wonder girls don't say "Hey, I like dating." They get labeled as desperate or pathetic. Even by other girls. So we keep our interests tightly veiled so that we avoid such treatment.
Granted, not all guys are like that. Perhaps I have some very clueless facebook friends. Or maybe they were joking too and it didn't translate well from their words to my interpretation of them. Who's to say? (except for them, of course, but they are entitled to remain anonymous if they so choose)
However, I do have many guyfriends who don't sneer at girls for feeling emotions (because let's be honest, we're girls. We. Have. Emotions. Get used to it quick or you're going to make a poor boyfriend/ husband). In fact, they actually confess to having emotions too, (GASP!), which allows us to cultivate really great friendships/relationships and learn from each other.
So to add a giant disclaimer: I'm not making a judgment call on all guys. Because that would be stupid of me. And I'd be lying. I like guys. Guys are cool. They're fun to be around. Most of them are downright decent and can be tender and understanding. And heck, I'm looking for some charming guy to sweep me off my feet someday (yeah I know. I'm desperate and pathetic for wanting to get married -- so sue me).
But hopefully this is a little enlightening to all you guys out there who wonder why girls "make it difficult" for you to find out how they feel. We're just afraid of being shot down. Which, from experience, I know guys are afraid of too. Is it right? Is it wrong? Well, that's for someone else to debate. Feel free.
And on the bright side, this experiment did wonders for helping me weed out which guys are or are not worth my time. So thanks for that.
Okay okay so "experiment" might not be the right term. I don't have the time or patience to survey guys on how they think. But I reserve the right to express my opinion.
Just for kicks, I posted a status expressing my "willingness" to date. "Willingness" being the operative word because I had no intention of taking any would-be offers up on a date if the best they could do was comment on a status on facebook. That just strikes me as tacky. A phone call or an in-person invitation would do nicely and, in my humble opinion, SHOULD be done in order to garner the most of a girl's respect from the beginning.
Now, perhaps it was a bit low of me to resort to said tackiness in order to find out what would happen, but I don't feel like discussing the ethics of my experiment choice. I was more curious about the reaction. Frankly, I expected more comments from girls, saying "me too!" and maybe, just maybe, a guy saying "sure" or "no". The results were surprising and I learned two key things:
1) None of the facetiousness of my emotions at the time translated into what other people saw. Perhaps I chose the wrong emoticon. If so, my bad. I would think a winky face would be suitably indicative of the kind of tone I was using. Or maybe I should have left one off altogether. That aside, almost everyone thought I was serious, which I suppose is a sad reflection on their knowledge of me.
2) Some guys can be downright cruel. Now, since they were operating under the assumption that I was serious, which obviously I wasn't, I'm not particularly hurt by any of their comments, but had I meant it, I would have been hurt. (Follow that sentence if you can... I'm not sure it makes sense). But they said everything from "desperate" to "pathetic" to "you know better than that." The only one who didn't was my friend who knows me well enough to know that I was being facetious.
What did I learn?
First and foremost, jokes are tricky on facebook. This entire argument has the potential to be invalidated by that fact alone. In which case the moral of the story is simply to avoid making jokes on facebook that can be taken the wrong way. However, I know that at least a few guys genuinely thought I was serious and made comments based on that assumption, so I proceed.
Second and most pertinent, I hear guys bemoaning that girls make things so difficult. Girls don't say how they feel or make it easy for a guy to ask them out (leaving off the ridiculous oversight that girls have exactly the same problem with guys). Well, who can marvel when there are guys like that in the world? No wonder girls don't say "Hey, I like dating." They get labeled as desperate or pathetic. Even by other girls. So we keep our interests tightly veiled so that we avoid such treatment.
Granted, not all guys are like that. Perhaps I have some very clueless facebook friends. Or maybe they were joking too and it didn't translate well from their words to my interpretation of them. Who's to say? (except for them, of course, but they are entitled to remain anonymous if they so choose)
However, I do have many guyfriends who don't sneer at girls for feeling emotions (because let's be honest, we're girls. We. Have. Emotions. Get used to it quick or you're going to make a poor boyfriend/ husband). In fact, they actually confess to having emotions too, (GASP!), which allows us to cultivate really great friendships/relationships and learn from each other.
So to add a giant disclaimer: I'm not making a judgment call on all guys. Because that would be stupid of me. And I'd be lying. I like guys. Guys are cool. They're fun to be around. Most of them are downright decent and can be tender and understanding. And heck, I'm looking for some charming guy to sweep me off my feet someday (yeah I know. I'm desperate and pathetic for wanting to get married -- so sue me).
But hopefully this is a little enlightening to all you guys out there who wonder why girls "make it difficult" for you to find out how they feel. We're just afraid of being shot down. Which, from experience, I know guys are afraid of too. Is it right? Is it wrong? Well, that's for someone else to debate. Feel free.
And on the bright side, this experiment did wonders for helping me weed out which guys are or are not worth my time. So thanks for that.
08 October 2009
Drinking Applesauce
Casual dating is like drinking applesauce
It’s your only option when spoons are hard to come by
Sometimes you have to get a little creative to enjoy it,
But it’s not all that hard to do and it tickles your lips.
Sometimes it’s chunky, sometimes it’s not
But it fills you up just the same.
And, like drinking from the carton, no one else will touch it
Because you got to it first
So you have time to decide if you like it or not.
Getting a boyfriend, on the other hand, is like hunting for the spoon
First, you need the right size
And you have to check to see if it fits your needs
If it does, you’re committed to finish
Because you really don’t want to look for another spoon.
And what if there are no good spoons left? Then what?
The entire applesauce just goes to waste.
So let’s all drink applesauce.
It’s your only option when spoons are hard to come by
Sometimes you have to get a little creative to enjoy it,
But it’s not all that hard to do and it tickles your lips.
Sometimes it’s chunky, sometimes it’s not
But it fills you up just the same.
And, like drinking from the carton, no one else will touch it
Because you got to it first
So you have time to decide if you like it or not.
Getting a boyfriend, on the other hand, is like hunting for the spoon
First, you need the right size
And you have to check to see if it fits your needs
If it does, you’re committed to finish
Because you really don’t want to look for another spoon.
And what if there are no good spoons left? Then what?
The entire applesauce just goes to waste.
So let’s all drink applesauce.
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