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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Choosing My Own Way
Up until perhaps a year ago I assumed that when I grew up, I would get a job I liked, find a guy I liked, get married, have children, live in a house outside the city, and eventually grow old or something. Why? Because that's just what people do. It's somewhat expected. I've heard more than one of my single friends complain that their family keeps asking/hinting about settling down and getting married.
Lately, though, I've been thinking that this probably isn't for me. Sure, thumbs up at the job thing. And I probably endorse the growing old thing as well. But the rest? Not so much.
I like living in the city. I like to be close to everything and able to walk around when I want to go somewhere. I think paying more for something smaller that is closer to the city is well worth it. My current apartment is tiny but I love living here more than I've done any other place in my adult life. It's close to where I want to go. I don't have to take care of a garden. The noise from the traffic calms me. It's perfect for me.
When it comes to children, I tend to surprise people. I totally like children. I think they are adorable and fun. But I'm also very aware that having your own is something quite different. It's a huge responsibility. You're accepting a job that you can't just quit when it's not fun anymore. That is not a responsibility I want. Most people I know want to have children some day. I don't really feel that strong about it either way. But I do think that if you decide to have children, it should be because you feel really strong about it. So unless something changes, yeah. It's a no go with the children thing.
I feel sorta the same way about marriage. It's not something that is important to me. Unless you have children I don't see a reason to get married. The important thing in a relationship is not that it is "official". The important thing is the people in it. Plus I find wedding traditions concerning purity and ownership to be utter bullshit.
So what about just finding a guy I like? Well, I've found several. Those are my friends. When it comes to a just "you and me" romantic relationship, though, I'm more sceptic. Again, it's not something that is really important to me. The point of my life is not to find some soul mate or whatever. I just wanna be me and have fun.
I remember many years ago when a school teacher talked about puberty and how we would change a lot during that time and might not even recognize ourselves when we were done. I also remember being 19 or 20 and thinking, "I'm pretty much the same as always just older and a bit more mature." The last 4 years, however. I'm a very different person now than I was back then. But it's nice to know I'm choosing my own path in life.
Lately, though, I've been thinking that this probably isn't for me. Sure, thumbs up at the job thing. And I probably endorse the growing old thing as well. But the rest? Not so much.
I like living in the city. I like to be close to everything and able to walk around when I want to go somewhere. I think paying more for something smaller that is closer to the city is well worth it. My current apartment is tiny but I love living here more than I've done any other place in my adult life. It's close to where I want to go. I don't have to take care of a garden. The noise from the traffic calms me. It's perfect for me.
When it comes to children, I tend to surprise people. I totally like children. I think they are adorable and fun. But I'm also very aware that having your own is something quite different. It's a huge responsibility. You're accepting a job that you can't just quit when it's not fun anymore. That is not a responsibility I want. Most people I know want to have children some day. I don't really feel that strong about it either way. But I do think that if you decide to have children, it should be because you feel really strong about it. So unless something changes, yeah. It's a no go with the children thing.
I feel sorta the same way about marriage. It's not something that is important to me. Unless you have children I don't see a reason to get married. The important thing in a relationship is not that it is "official". The important thing is the people in it. Plus I find wedding traditions concerning purity and ownership to be utter bullshit.
So what about just finding a guy I like? Well, I've found several. Those are my friends. When it comes to a just "you and me" romantic relationship, though, I'm more sceptic. Again, it's not something that is really important to me. The point of my life is not to find some soul mate or whatever. I just wanna be me and have fun.
I remember many years ago when a school teacher talked about puberty and how we would change a lot during that time and might not even recognize ourselves when we were done. I also remember being 19 or 20 and thinking, "I'm pretty much the same as always just older and a bit more mature." The last 4 years, however. I'm a very different person now than I was back then. But it's nice to know I'm choosing my own path in life.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Growing up
One of my favorite quotes is, "You don't stop playing because you get old. You get old because you stop playing." Anybody knowing me just a little can testify that when it comes to fun, I'm such a big child. I often joke that I'll never grow up. While this is hopefully true for the fun part, there is also all the other stuff.
Last September I moved into my very own apartment. Very own in the sense that I own it. Having the bank loan me an amount that ridiculous was quite a weird feeling. They were lending me more than 20 times the largest amount I've ever had in an account. Seeing my name on the deed was even more weird. I kept having this feeling that at some point they would discover that I wasn't really an adult and tell me, "Well, that was fun. Now stop pretending to be an adult!" Naturally they haven't done that yet.
If everything goes well, I'll finish my thesis this year. This means I have to go and get a job out in the real world. That invokes sort of the same feeling, that I'm pretending to be an adult. Even though I turned 23 last week*, I don't really feel like an adult. At least not that kind of an adult. Though I can feel myself slowly adjusting to the thought. However, I still don't feel like an adult in the same way that my parents are adults. Or just the way my sister who's married and has a child is.
Even so I know I'm growing up. I'll see myself making responsible decisions and in general just acting more emotionally mature. I like it. It's nice to avoid drama. It feels good to remove myself from situations I don't want to be in. I like feeling in control of my own life.
But mostly the process reminds of when I first started at the university. After the first half or whole year, sure, I felt that I had learned a lot. But I didn't realize exactly how much until I talked to somebody from "the outside". I would take thing for granted that other people had never heard about and use technical terms as part of my everyday language. I didn't notice that in my everyday life because everybody else around did the same thing.
Growing up is kind of the same to me. I'll notice but since everybody around me is acting more adult and responsible as well, I wont see just how much until I meet people who aren't grown up even though their birth certificate says they should be. And yeah. Then I feel all proud of myself and stuff.
*My birthday was Thursday. The weather was nice and sunny Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, yesterday, and today. Thursday it was rainy and somewhat cold. Go figure!
Last September I moved into my very own apartment. Very own in the sense that I own it. Having the bank loan me an amount that ridiculous was quite a weird feeling. They were lending me more than 20 times the largest amount I've ever had in an account. Seeing my name on the deed was even more weird. I kept having this feeling that at some point they would discover that I wasn't really an adult and tell me, "Well, that was fun. Now stop pretending to be an adult!" Naturally they haven't done that yet.
If everything goes well, I'll finish my thesis this year. This means I have to go and get a job out in the real world. That invokes sort of the same feeling, that I'm pretending to be an adult. Even though I turned 23 last week*, I don't really feel like an adult. At least not that kind of an adult. Though I can feel myself slowly adjusting to the thought. However, I still don't feel like an adult in the same way that my parents are adults. Or just the way my sister who's married and has a child is.
Even so I know I'm growing up. I'll see myself making responsible decisions and in general just acting more emotionally mature. I like it. It's nice to avoid drama. It feels good to remove myself from situations I don't want to be in. I like feeling in control of my own life.
But mostly the process reminds of when I first started at the university. After the first half or whole year, sure, I felt that I had learned a lot. But I didn't realize exactly how much until I talked to somebody from "the outside". I would take thing for granted that other people had never heard about and use technical terms as part of my everyday language. I didn't notice that in my everyday life because everybody else around did the same thing.
Growing up is kind of the same to me. I'll notice but since everybody around me is acting more adult and responsible as well, I wont see just how much until I meet people who aren't grown up even though their birth certificate says they should be. And yeah. Then I feel all proud of myself and stuff.
*My birthday was Thursday. The weather was nice and sunny Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, yesterday, and today. Thursday it was rainy and somewhat cold. Go figure!
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
8 Lessons Learned from Alcohol and Experience
1. I've got good friends.
I've done many stupid things with alcohol involved but my friends have always had my back. It's nice to know you've got friends that will get you home when you're passed out and not friends that will shave your head or something like that.
2. Contrary to my father's wisdom it's seldom the last glass of alcohol that ruins everything.
Rather it's that last bottle of wine, the last 5 shots, or the last 5 beers.
3. Crushing on a bartender has a negative effect on your economy.
But hey, I got a kiss out of it! And my most expensive night out only involving drinks. And the kiss was all that happened. Not that I'm bitter. Anymore.
4. Picking up the first guy you run into after the bar is closed because you're bitter you couldn't pick up said bartender is not a good idea.
Guys desperate enough to use lines like, "You wont have to do anything! You can just lie there, I'll do all the work!" are only useful for laughing at with your friends.
5. Talking about your love for children will effectively clit block yourself.
Apparently looking at your phone, seeing the background picture of your nephew and saying, "Look, this is my nephew. He's super cute! I find children adorable!" isn't the way to go when you want to pick up a guy. And it's not even like I'm sure I want any children of my own.
6. Chatting up the alcoholic dude always sitting alone at your regular bar is a bad idea.
Really. Don't do it! I was afraid of going to my regular bar for the next 6 months!
7. You're not allowed to run out of a bar.
The bouncer thinks it makes people scared because they think something bad happened. I still say that running outside to see who can get their clothes off first is better than taking off you clothes in the middle of the bar. Doing the latter would probably have gotten us kicked out. The first didn't.
8. There's no such thing as too drunk for foosball as long as you've got a good partner!
A friend told me that when he showed up at the bar, I was literally drooling over the foosball table. Somehow we managed to win a match anyway. No thanks to me!
I've done many stupid things with alcohol involved but my friends have always had my back. It's nice to know you've got friends that will get you home when you're passed out and not friends that will shave your head or something like that.
2. Contrary to my father's wisdom it's seldom the last glass of alcohol that ruins everything.
Rather it's that last bottle of wine, the last 5 shots, or the last 5 beers.
3. Crushing on a bartender has a negative effect on your economy.
But hey, I got a kiss out of it! And my most expensive night out only involving drinks. And the kiss was all that happened. Not that I'm bitter. Anymore.
4. Picking up the first guy you run into after the bar is closed because you're bitter you couldn't pick up said bartender is not a good idea.
Guys desperate enough to use lines like, "You wont have to do anything! You can just lie there, I'll do all the work!" are only useful for laughing at with your friends.
5. Talking about your love for children will effectively clit block yourself.
Apparently looking at your phone, seeing the background picture of your nephew and saying, "Look, this is my nephew. He's super cute! I find children adorable!" isn't the way to go when you want to pick up a guy. And it's not even like I'm sure I want any children of my own.
6. Chatting up the alcoholic dude always sitting alone at your regular bar is a bad idea.
Really. Don't do it! I was afraid of going to my regular bar for the next 6 months!
7. You're not allowed to run out of a bar.
The bouncer thinks it makes people scared because they think something bad happened. I still say that running outside to see who can get their clothes off first is better than taking off you clothes in the middle of the bar. Doing the latter would probably have gotten us kicked out. The first didn't.
8. There's no such thing as too drunk for foosball as long as you've got a good partner!
A friend told me that when he showed up at the bar, I was literally drooling over the foosball table. Somehow we managed to win a match anyway. No thanks to me!
Monday, April 07, 2008
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
New stuff
I bought a new gadget today. A tiny second generation iPod shuffle. My old one has problems playing in the left ear. I also got a very cool looking pair of shoes continuing my proud tradition of geeky lacing. ;)
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