It's funny how the most humorous people are the saddest.
It's funny how the most arrogant people are the most insecure.
It's funny how the people who boast their independence are the clingiest.
It's funny how the most judgmental people are the most scared of being judged.
It's funny how the people who always surround themselves with "friends" are the loneliest.
It's funny how when I say funny, I really mean sad!
I don't really have a routine anymore, but work is so brain numbing that by the time I get home, I am so tired that all I can do is sit and stare at the television. Somehow I end up watching a rerun of Sex and the City. I always laugh when they say something naughty and a little gross and too sexual. It reminds me of how much my dad hates the show. If the show comes on while I'm visiting my parents, my dad says: "this is disgusting, I hate this show, especially Samantha." Which I think is amusing, because even though he hates it, he obviously has paid enough attention to know the characters' names. Funny, ain't it?
Well, aside from my dad's clear attentiveness to things he hates, I was thinking last night after watching the episode where the girls go to LA and have everything bad to say about it, especially compared to NYC. Not that I disagree, because I hate LA, but I really can't imagine myself in NYC. And I wondered how come they didn't make a show about real people living in Chicago. It's more real. People here are more real than either coasts I think. People live here, because they want to live here and enjoy their lives. I don't think people come to live here expecting the craziness of NYC or the fake glamour of LA. People come here, they have fun, and stay here and raise families. But then I thought, why would people want to watch that. I'm sure most people our age, or single women of all ages have nice ordinary lives, even in NYC and LA, albeit less than Chicago, I bet, but nevertheless, they're still there. But really, who wants to watch that? The closest thing to that is Friends. While it's one of my all time favorite shows, it's also far from realistic.
But at the end of the day, do we want to sit down and watch our lives? Would we want to watch people who go to work and come back and sit in torn t-shirts on our couches watching TV while perfectly made-up? That's no fun! We want to watch people who are always glamorously dressed and go out to glamorous places, and buy $500 pair of Manolo Blahnik's. We want people who seem to be always having casual sex, because in reality we only come across those people infrequently, and we never really befriend them, or we call them skanky hoes behind their backs, instead of discussing with them the anatomy of the latest guy they or we screwed.
While it's fun watching chain smoking newspaper column writer who somehow can afford a posh pad in Manhatten and new outfits with Italian designer names (yes, that can happen in real life), I think at the end of the day, none of us can handle a life that would make for an interesting story line worthy of following by millions of viewers. If I had the choice, I would still choose my boring life with Old Navy flip flops and long work hours, though I could use less hours at work and more drinking wine with my cute neighbor! Hey, I'm just sayin' :)
Mayo? As in the condiment?
OK, seriously, why are we celebrating other countries' holidays? Are we that desperate to justify the fact that we just love to eat and drink? I say, let's call a spade, a spade and be honest here. We just like to eat and drink, and we shouldn't be using others' holidays to justify that. Since when has Cinco de Mayo become a holiday that we have cards for? Some Mexican bitch got offended that I didn't know what today was. I mean, I can comfortably say that I don't care about Cinco de Mayo all that much as it pertains to the Mexican culture. Like any good American, I just want to drink my margarita and eat my guacamole. Did she really think I was here to celebrate some random Mexican holiday, which is not even their independence day, which is actually September 16. I mean, Cinco de Mayo is not even a federal holiday in Mexico. I couldn't care less. Don't get offended, it's not like I said "send all Mexicans back to Mexico."
Speaking of which, they had ANOTHER parade or whatever the hell it was last week. Fine, I seriously want there to be alien control. Those who are illegal, I want them to be able to not fear for being deported. I think they should be taxed, heavily. Hey, that's what being an American is all about. And honestly, I want the asshole businesses that basically hire them and pay them nothing and treat them like crap to be taxed even more heavily. But you see, I have covered this subject before, the government doesn't want to do that. You don't think they can control the illegal alien flow into this country? You don't think they have the ability to deport every single one of them? They do. But they won't. Because this economy needs them. Otherwise, you'll have a lot of the low paying jobs that no one wants to work. There's a cut off in how bad a job is that an American person is willing to do. After that cut off they're better off depending on the welfare system, which is not available to illegal immigrants living in the country, who end up taking the job that no American citizen has to ever take. Are there no solutions for that? Yes there are, but the government chooses not to fix them. If you think otherwise, you're fooling yourself. There are records of every single thing we say on the phone to our friends, and our little steps can be followed step-by-step from the time we get up in the morning and until we fall asleep. You think these same people can't follow someone who comes in to the country and stays for years and years. Yeah, OK!
The truth of the matter is, a reform for the illegal immigration problem has to be accompanied with a lot of other changes, and our government just doesn't have the time or money. Those are needed more in other countries where we're wasting American lives and destroying other nations. Why waste the time and money fixing things in the country, when most people are just cotent enough not to bitch and do something about it.
Meanwhile, let's drink and eat and celebrate holidays whose history we know nothing about. Just ask the next ten people you run into, and more than half of them will think that Cinco de Mayo is an American holiday. This could be a fun project and I can imagine the ignorant reponses you get from people, much like what Jay Leno gets when he does that Jay-walking segment.
Ah screw it. Go put on a sombrero, drink a margarita, and eat guacamole and refried beans until your poop resembles one of those!
UPDATE: Here's a link to a video of the dancing. None of the ones I found have the faces clear. It's really a shame, because without seeing the facial expression a huge part of the humor in this is lost. But you can still get the point. Enjoy!
- If you want to feel better about yourself and your dancing abilities and just about life in general, make sure you watch the news clip from either today or yesterday showing Dubya dancing with some African people. The facial expressions are priceless, the dancing is beyond hilarious, and the only thing that comes to mind when I watched the clip is the last time I went to the zoo and saw a chimp entertain a bunch of onlookers. Please, go see the clip. I'll post it here if I find it on YouTube or CNN. I laugh just thinking about it.
- The theme song to Growing Pains is stuck in my head. Throughout the day I have been singing it over and over AND OVER. "As long as we've got each other..." AHHHHHHHHHHH!
- This girl I know, maybe from work, maybe not from work, she keeps on asking the girls sitting next to her how to spell stuff. "How do you spell 'atmosphere'?" "How do you spell 'gentle'?" Are you freaking kidding me? Not only is it sad that someone in their mid 20s, supposedly educated at least through high school level cannot spell these words, but the fact that she is even asking is sad. OK, if you're sitting in front of a computer that is connected to the Internet, do yourself and all of us a favor and LOOK IT UP! Sheesh!
- Last night, while looking at one condo, the real estate agent showing it said that I can freely look around because the current owners weren't at home, but to mind the dog if I were afraid of dogs, which I'm not anymore. I patted the dog, and he was so cute and friendly. I jokingly asked the real estate agent if the dog came with the condo. She gave me this bewildered look and sincerely and in all seriousness told me that in fact "no, the dog will go with the current owners." Holy Jesus, how do some people walk around without constantly falling down or running into walls?
- Went out, got drunk, left a few drunken comments and IMs, and it was grrrrrrrrrreat! I am still drunk. Damn it. Someone I know, I was with, we get along well, too bad he's married. That's way taboo. Not a skank. Not a homewrecker. Another guy was flirting with me at the bar, passed me his number, later his girlfriend showed up and started kissing him. He looked at me and right when he looked, I tore up the paper that he gave me with him number. I ain't no homewrecker ass wipe! Puhleeze! I may be drunk, but my morals stay intact. Beat it!
- Hang over food of choice: cold thai and chinese. Bleh!
- Will add more as the day goes by...
- Won't add more. This is the end! Later biatches! Beer is bad. Remember that! Never go out with me, I'll buy at least one round of jager bombs. Damn bitch. Me, that is :)
The events that took place yesterday are just a sore reminder that there is no safe place in this country. The crazies are everywhere. There was a time when I would safely said that college students in engineering buildings are far safer than many others, because everyone in those types of buildings is just too busy. That's not a joke. I mean, aren't we taught that to make sure that we lead better safer lives we should go to college? There goes that advice.
What kind of person goes in and just shoots a classroom full of students? A psycho path. And we all have 20/20 vision in hindsight, but life doesn't work that way. After every incident like this, and it's just sad that there have been so many now, everyone looks at the person that did it and says: "OH YEAH, we should've known. He was actually a crazy one!" Well, NO SHIT! Of course they're crazy, and of course you don't see it before it happens, because if you even have suspicions, what are you going to do? They can't even keep criminals who commit crimes and stay alive in prisons, they think they can do something with a crazy person who may go in and shoot a room full of students?
I am just sick of these types of occurrences. And I am sick to my stomach. And I just don't want to talk or read or hear about it anymore. My heart does go out to those who lost a loved one though. This should not happen to anyone. Not here, not anywhere.
Am I overreacting? What do you think about the way I'm handling this?
When I was in college, MP and I were good friends with this girl, who comes from a family that is best characterized as FANATIC Catholic Republicans. Right there you're thinking: "but how can YOU be friends with THEM?" Well, I don't know, but somehow it worked out, and we were friends.
MP and I always noticed that this family has very strange behavior, at least in the way they deal with everyday life. For example, they never ever discussed money, no matter what. They would never tell you what they're paying for rent or how much they paid for a roll of toilet paper or a head of lettuce, because THEY JUST DID NOT DISCUSS MONEY. This was one of MANY odd things about them. So we'll call them the Weirdos.
In college, MP and I were friends with Oldest Weirdo. By friends I mean she selectively hung out with us and selectively invited us to events or parties. But we didn't care, we just went with the flow. Then Middle Weirdo started college and we became better friends with her. I particularly became close friends with her and we hung out all the time and she became one of my closest friends, second to MP, of course. Middle wasn't as weird as Oldest, but still had that "quality." Later, we met Youngest Weirdo, and she was actually a lot more normal.
When Oldest graduated before us from college, she left to work in a nearby big city, and we didn't see her as much anymore, but we still visited her a few times, and tried to keep in touch. Then we completely lost touch with her, and we only got her news through Middle. Oldest moved around and changed jobs, but never bothered to give us her new addresses or emails.
Today, many years later, she's getting married. I ran into her and her fiance, who is a very strange guy, at a sporting event last year and she told me that she was getting married and that I should keep the day free. So I did, and I thought that most likely I wasn't going to be invited. However, when I came back from my trip a couple of days ago, I saw an invitation to her wedding in my stack of mail. I had a problem though, on the envelope it said:
Ms. Kula Lastname + Guest.
I swear it did. I can't even make this up if I wanted to. OK, let's say she's so desperate for space that she can only invite me alone, since I'm not in a committed relationship with anyone. Not that she would know, since she doesn't even keep in touch with me anymore. But if she really wants to invite me alone AND she made the mistake of writing the word "Guest" at first, then maybe she could've used a new envelope and just written my name. OR, she could've kept the word "Guest" and thought: "hey, if she has someone special in her life, she can bring them, if she doesn't, then she can come alone if she wants to." However, none of the options include writing out my name PLUS "Guest" then scratching out the word "Guest." That is of course if you're not a classless hick who does not know a thing about etiquette.
So, initially, I thought that I would go to the wedding alone. Then I thought that this was quite insulting, so: "hell no, I won't go to the wedding." But earlier today, I called MP to see if she was invited to the wedding, and since she's married, of course she gets to bring a guest. After talking to MP, and since we help each other make these kinds of decisions, I decided that I will respond to the invitation and where it has space for the name of the person attending I will indicate that there will be "2" people and write "Ms. Kula Lastname + Guest." Just like that, without even indicating my Guest's name, yet.
I mean, people are free to invite how many ever people they want to their weddings, but considering the number of people who don't come, what difference would ONE person make? And even if you know your friend is single, shouldn't you leave that decision as to whether she will bring someone to the wedding or not to her? When you're 28, I think there are certain things that should not take too much thought to be done the right way, like how to address invitations. But even if you do really want to invite the person alone, and you made a mistake, shouldn't you at least use a new envelope instead of what I received?
The list of questions I have about this situation is endless, but even for the Weirdo family, this was way beyond anything I thought they would ever do. I was shocked! My jaw dropped, and I could not believe that someone who puts on such an act of being a mature adult, would do something like that. Above all, I think I am handling the situation the best way possible, because this will hopefully show her that what she did was ridiculous.
I also expressed to MP the sentiment that I would not be completely surprised if she called me upon receiving my response to say: "I'm sorry, but you can't bring a guest." Of course, in that case, I will just have to say: "well, I am not coming at all then. Have a nice life!"
It just breaks my heart, that I could be treated like this by someone who is "my friend."
I am just enjoying the fact that what goes around, comes around. When you act like a bitch all the time towards others, life rewards you with its own bitchiness. Well-deserved! I am actually enjoying this just a little, even from across the ocean :)
1- The idea of working abroad is still lingering in my head. Not completely out of the question. Just set aside for now to see how the current gig works out.
2- It is beyond me why my brother would think that I have my mom's SSN memorized. I can barely remember my own.
3- Seriously, why is it still snowing here. I get it. It's winter, it can snow, but I think the joke stopped being funny a long time ago.
4- I am not addicted to TV. Just because I saw one episode of the Real World last week, and today I am planning my day around the new episode, does not make me an addict. I have to admit though, that the Real World was the first true *Reality TV* and I have to admit, that it is the only one I watch and have never stopped liking it. I just stopped having time to watch it, but true loves can be reignited in a second.
5- Speaking of long ago past DEAD loves. It's the asshole's birthday today. Too bad I have a friend now that I like whose birthday is today, but I told her that it hurts me SO MUCH that her birthday is the same day as the asshole's.
6- I caught myself wishing ill on someone today. So not like me. But they so brought it onto themselves. I am usually OK with people being assholes to me, and I usually deal with it by just moving on and basically forgetting about them. But when someone purposely goes out of their way to annoy me, and on top of that threaten me, it really pisses me off, and I become mean, in my thoughts anyway. This is the only time I wish vodoo was for real.
7- Two-faced people are no friends of mine. And yes, if I really have a legitimate reason to dislike someone, and one of my *friends* knows about this and still likes the other person, they are either two-faced or they are not really my friend. Sorry, that's just how I roll!
8- How do I already have a full laundry basket is beyond me. I went 7 weeks without laundry, and granted, that was a bit much, I still managed to have clean underwear until the last day. I guess staying in and not leaving the apartment for 10 days in a row does help with limiting the amount of clothes I have to change. Fine, I'll do laundry again this weekend.
9- I have time to read. I cannot remember the last time I had time to read. I cannot remember the last time I read for pleasure. I cannot remember the last time I picked up a book to read for fun and didn't feel guilty for not reading a textbook instead. I love this.
10- I ran out of thoughts. I cannot believe that I only have 9 noteworthy thoughts in my head right now. I guess that's a good thing. Is it? Where have all the thoughts gone? Damn!
