Today is day two of three, and I know you are all itching to hear what I have planned without the boyfriend. Well today I am at work, as per usual, eating my lunch at my desk so I can take off a little early, because right after work I am going to a very popular work out class. Apparently it fills up fast! Then I will be heading to a very dear friends house for dinner and some hang out time. Since I didn’t get around to cleaning yesterday I may attempt to do some of that tonight, otherwise I will be dedicating tomorrow night to some GTL (Gym, take-out, laundry).
Do I miss the boyfriend? You have no idea how much. Because not only do we not get to see each other, but we can’t even talk on the phone (damn long distance). So far our time apart has taught me that I love him more than I thought I ever could love someone, that I am a big girl now, and that I don’t need to listen to other people who think we spend too much time together, because frankly I think we spend JUST enough time together!
I can’t wait for the weekend!! It’s one of my best friends birthday party, where both the boyfriend and I will be attending together *gasp*.
Since I said I would write about the time I spent away from the boyfriend, today is day one of three in a row without the Boyfriend, perfect timing! And my plans for today are oh so exciting:
4:30-5pm:Subway to mall
5pm-8pm: Dinner with two very lovely ladies
8pm-11pm: Clean, read and sleep.
Looks like it’s going to be a good day!
I am not perfect, by any means. But I try to be as considerate of others. I don’t say certain things because I know that there is no point in starting an argument. I keep things bottled up inside because I realize other people’s reactions and try to avoid them as much as possible. Usually I am not scared to say how I feel, or what’s bothering me. But when I know that the reaction from the other person will be extreme and blown out of proportion, I avoid speaking up.
I would like to think of myself as a nice person. A person who is considerate of others. A person who generally puts others first. But lately I have reached the point where I could care less. I’ve stopped caring, I’ve stopped trying, I’ve completely given up.
As human beings, we need to make mistakes in order to learn from them. We need to date the wrong people, be friends with the wrong people, make the wrong choices and decisions so that we can later do the right things, date the right one, and eliminate the friends that are only creating negativity in our life. I’ve made so many mistakes; I’ve jumped into decisions without thinking them through. And even though at the time I regret it, afterwards I am able to see the mistakes I made and in turn make better decisions.
I try to put myself in other people’s shoes. I try to see things from their perspective. Sometimes I get it, and sometimes I don’t. I wonder if the same people try to see things from my perspective. I wonder if they get where I am coming from. I’m sure a lot of people do put themselves in my shoes, but I’m sure there are a few that don’t and only think of themselves.
I really want to go away… pack up and leave for awhile. Maybe just a week, maybe a month. But I want, no I need to go somewhere warm and relax for awhile. Maybe it’s time for that couples vacation.
What happens when you’re stuck in a car with a girl who is PMSing, for over 2 hours because of snow and traffic, and you’re going to be VERY late for work?
I’m sure you’ve all guess it, but a fight happens. And an extremely stupid one for that matter.
People do not know how to drive in the snow after having 2 weeks off with dry roads. So the boyfriend and I were over an hour late for work this morning. But to make matters worse I feel like crap because it’s that time of the month, and I haven’t been able to get to the gym, or any kind of work out for 4 days.
I remember why the fight started, but I can’t even remember what exactly was said/exchanged. The worst part was that we were stuck in a car. I’ve learned over the years that when I get angry I need some time to cool off before I talk about it, otherwise things could blow up. When you’re stuck in a car there is no where else to go to cool off, you can’t just get up and leave or go to another room while you recompose yourself.
The boyfriend likes to talk things out right away, as soon as the argument happens. I’m not like that. I would much rather take some time to myself to think about it, to let myself calm down before I go into talking about what made me angry. There was no way out, I had to sit and listen, which lead to boiling right over.
The boyfriend started to get the idea, he already knows what I’m like in those situations, but I also know what he is like so I normally use the opportunity of a larger space and walk away so I can calm down. In a car I don’t have that luxury. So he finally stopped trying to talk about it, let me sit in silence and we finally made it to work, alive!
So now I look back and I have a clear mind, and I feel bad for the things I said (although I can’t remember all of it), and I know that it didn’t have to turn out that way. So what do you do if you’re in that situation? I obviously can’t walk away, so next time (hopefully there is no next time) how do we avoid it turning into something more than it should have been?
I think my problem is my constant need for quantity over quality, especially when it comes to friendships.
It’s been the last few months where I’ve started to realize the importance of having quality friends over quantity. I have a few very dear friends that I try to spend time with whenever I have a chance. And I have a handful of friends that I don’t have to see all the time, but when we do hang out it’s like nothing has changed. And then I have “friends” who I have thought were my friends, but over time have proved me wrong. I’ve given these friends multiple chances, but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, we will never be friends. And then I have my work friends who I eat lunch with and maybe every couple months we go out for a drink.
The hardest part is letting go of the ones that just don’t care. You have memories with them that only bring back smiles, but sometimes those memories are meant to be just memories and nothing more. It’s like a break up. You have to move on, otherwise those feelings will never go away. Do you delete these friends from facebook, like you would an ex? Because it hurts just as much to see pictures of them together when you are no longer invovled. Do you remove them from your phone? Because it’s not like you ever talk to them anymore. Do you block them from BBM? Because their statues remind you that you are no longer part of that group. Or do you suck it up and ignore it?
I love the close friends I have, and I’ve come to realize that it’s those friendships that really matter.
It’s strange, but finding good friends is like finding the right guy. You go through some bad ones to find the good ones and sometimes you end up with the friends that were there from the beginning.
I love St. Patrick’s Day.
I used to love it in University because it was an excuse to set my alarm for 9am to start drinking. But as I got older (and hopefully more responsible) 9am drinking is out of the question.
So why do I love it so much?
Well, I pretty much love any occasion where I can wear something that looks ridiculous to the bar. I love that the entire theme is green, including the beer. And I love how everyone is Irish for the day. Not that I am Irish, but it’s nice that for one day everyone is the same “race”. The Irish don’t hate on those who are not actually Irish but celebrating it anyway.
It was the boyfriend and my first St. Patty’s Day celebration. It was fun! We dressed in green all day. After work we headed down to a pub to meet some friends. Lines already out the door, we were lucky it was a nice day (the luck of the Irish, I don’t think I’ve experienced bad weather on St. Patrick’s Day). Once inside there were no tables. We were the first ones there, so I scouted the area to see if there would be a potential of one opening up soon. And that’s when I spotted a table of a much older crowd (much much older). I made my way over to the table in hopes they would leave early. While I was standing around trying not to look like I was waiting for them to leave, one of the older men decided to strike up a conversation with me. First he decided to make fun of me for having a green beer, and that you could never find one of those in Ireland. And that’s when I realized they were all Irish. That’s when I thought that maybe they wouldn’t leave as early as I thought. The Irish know how to drink! But then the oldest lady thought it was a good idea to lift the kilt of a man walking by, they must have been there awhile. That’s when her husband told her to get her coat because it was time to go. SCORE! We got a table.
And the night just got better from there. I started out the evening with a green t-shirt on, and finished it with a “Kiss me I’m Irish” button, clover stickers on my face and chest, a green whistle and a large green hat on my head. Oh and I can’t forget a green tongue. I’m just glad I only had 3 green pints and left the bar by 10pm, who knows if I would have made it to work today otherwise.
I hope everyone else had a great St. Patty’s Day!
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Today I wrote a guest post on my blogger friends’ site SimplySolo
. Catherine is an inspiration to a lot of women who have been through failed relationships. If you have a chance, you should definitely take a look at her blog
My post touches on whether having initial feelings for someone right away should be the deciding factor on going forward with a relationship.
I won’t rewrite the post, you can read it on SimplySolo by clicking here.
But, the post does remind me of the movie Just Friends. I just can’t remember if they end up together in the end…