Sunday, May 27, 2007

This is Me Complaining

Life. Its never fair; that's what I have been told all throughout life.

I have had to work for every damn thing I own. My car is my own, my cell phone is my own, my clothes are my own. Anything I want, I have to go out and get it for myself.

So why does it seem like everyone else in my life gets things handed to them? Its really not fair.

Looking around at all these high school girls who drive around in daddy's brand new car, or kids who have the newest technology cell phone because mommy and daddy give it to them. I look at them partly in in pity, and partly in jealousy. I pity them because they don't know what it takes to get what they have, and I can be jealous because I know what it takes, and I am still stuck with the bare minimum.

You see, I have been taught to be independent all my life, my parents raised me to do everything on my own; that I shouldn't depend on anyone. So while all these other kids my age are slacking off partying all the time and getting everything they want I am making my own way, putting my back into everything I do. I learn a sense of growing up that these other kids will never know. I gain a sense of what the "real world" is like, while they have a gold credit card charging up anything they want, living in a made-up world.

It would still be nice to have something handed to me every now and then. I think I deserve it.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Hidden Passion: Writing Excersise #32

Its not really hidden, since most people who know me well know that my "secret passions" are totally opposite; UFC and Ice Skating. Crazy right?

I was drawn into UFC [for those who don't know, it is Ultimate Fighting Challenge] because I am a total TV flipper. Every time I would flip past #53, I would always stop just long enough to watch one guy get pummeled by the other, usually opening a gash in his face and making him bleed. That makes me queasy just thinking about it, but I could not stop watching. This curiosity soon turned into much more. Now I watch weekly and follow the fighters stats very closely.

On the complete opposite hand, you can't tear me apart from ice skating if its on TV. For 10 years of my life I was an ice skater. Not a great one, but who cares. I loved it. My coach was amazing. Not ONLY was she 73 years old and still lacing up every day, she was the original coach of the local synchronized ice skating team as well. She was something of a living legend, and a hero of sorts to me. As I started skating I was a rebellious young kid, and she transformed me into a compliant figure skater. Actually, I learned a lot more from her than I ever thought I would.

Its funny how two completely different sports interest me so much! I guess you could say I'm a little bit of a tom-boy and a girly-girl at the same time.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Chivalry - Stick a Fork in It

Topic of the Day: Chivalry

Its Done. Over. Forget about it.

We can argue all day if women are the reason why it is dead, but the fact of the matter is, its gone for good.

I'm sitting on the Metro and I realize there are more women standing holding onto those stupid poles than men! All these self-righteous pricks reading their newspaper or checking their email on their "crackberries", they are too busy to notice the woman with the overloaded bag, struggling to hang on while the train rocks her back and forth.
I walk into my office hands full with a bag, my lunch and my book and 3 other men walk in at the same time. Do they hold the door open for me? Nope. Not one of them even acknowledge my existance. Do I have to wear a miniskirt to get them to hold a door open for me? Geez.

What happend to mothers telling their sons how to be a real gentleman? How to hold a door open, offer up their seat, things like that? Where did these men go?