Wassup wassup wassup this Love it or Leave it is back after… an entire year of not focusing on a single written thought for more than 30 seconds. My attention span is like a new born puppy who loves sparkles and hates authority. Nonetheless, here are my Thoughts on Unicorns.
They said to go out and explore the world, they said it will be great. What they didn’t tell you is how hard you will be slapped in the face by reality upon return. Thanks for the disclosure, “they”.
As great and beautiful and life changing as blindly packing up and moving to another country was, the reintegration back to “normalcy” is almost as difficult as leaving. I’ve been out of the country before on a “study” abroad trip before, but it was different then. When I returned from the Czech Republic, I had a job and the return to school to keep me on track and prevent any major spiral. While I did still manage to spiral pretty hard, it was different. (One of my great abilities is to spiral when it’s considered impossible to spiral. Im so proud.) I had a plan. I had direction and a general idea of where my life would be in the near future. This time, all plans and inhibitions flung themselves to the wind and I am now returning from a 2 month out-of-control-no-end-in-sight bout of spiraling reintegration.
While my days have been filled with yoga, family, good food, Noonie, great friends, highly questionable decisions, and entirely too much wine, the rebirth back into this American life is no easy feat. Life here hasn’t changed. Life still moves at a rapid pace. People are still obsessed with superficiality. No one cares that you are having the hardest internal battle each and everyday of this proposed normality.
While I accept hardship as a chellenge, I can’t help but feel like I’ve had more quarter-life crises than the average twenty-something. It feels like I have one every single year, in fact. Which is weird. I can’t help but wonder if I am being thrown curveballs and difficult situations that uproot my life because I am doing it wrong? But then I remember that you can’t do it wrong. Ever. All things happen as they should and we treat situations in such a manner that either teaches us a good leasson and we get it and move on, OR life is like ” LOL. Try again”. And we do. Because there is no other option besides moving forward.
Things no one tells you about reintegrating:
—> IT IS FCKING HARD. It’s not easy and it’s not not hard. It’s pretty damn challenging to come back to the life you left many months or years ago. It’s depressing. To see that actually nothing has changed and that everyone is still maintaining the same routine is harder than you’d think. Coming back to a culture based on appearance and social standing after being in a free-flowing environment is a challenge in itself. You suddenly become hyper-aware of how you look and and how poor you actually are, even if these things have not been in your mind for months. It’s hard to accept that you are in fact back in “reality” and your days of endless travel have ended. It’s hard to embrace the herds of white people and vanilla culture. It’s hard not to hate it. But you can’t hate it, because it’s your home and it’s part of you. And as much as you travel and explore, you will eventually return.
—> You can’t do whatever you want when you want. Wait, what? What do you mean I can’t go on day long adventures to a far away beach and drink wine at noon? What do you mean it’s not acceptable to work for 3 hours and then spend the rest of the week dancing in the streets to homeless musicians? I don’t get it. No, I do get it. But only now, 2 months back into “reality” and out of the “dream” I just experienced. The most magical thing about an adventure is that you are on your own time and you have little to no responsibility. You don’t have to be anywhere at a certain time. You don’t have to search for true employment. You don’t have to be anyone. You can simply exist and float in and out of events and situations with ease. That ends instantly when you re-enter your “home”. You have to be gainfully employed or else you are cast away and burned at the stake for being a gypsy. You have to uphold plans with friends and relatives. You have to exercise and eat right and not drink wine at 11 am. You allegedly can’t lollygag your life away. For the past 2 months, I’ve been riding on the notion that I can still live my adventure life in Colorado without consequence. Yeeeeah that cute little dream has come to and end. Sometimes you have to buckle down and be a server/slave and be places on time and not piss off entire weeks of your life. It’s rough.
–> Heartbreak from afar with TEAR YOU APART. Well, I guess my first piece of advice is to NEVER fall in love with a latin man. Too much? Ok fine. But if you’re going to do it, do it with caution. They will destroy every last fiber of hope in mankind. They will rip your little heart to smithereens and then shake their rhythmic hips over the pieces with their cool hair and sexual accents. They will carry on their normal life like nothing happned, while you cry and cry and cry and binge drink wine and consider online dating and set out to DESTROY all male souls you can get your hands on. You will seek revenge by luring in others and then crushing them to emotional death because you’re convinced an eye for an eye will take away the pain. It doesn’t. It won’t. So don’t.
Heartbreak and reintegration is a deadly combination. You literally feel like you have nothing left to hold onto. There is only a faint whisper of the adventure and love that once was. The rest has turned into a harsh slap in the face by reality. You feel like you don’t belong anywhere and that you are a citizen of the prison that is your mind. It hurts. More than anything I’ve experienced in my life thus far. Which I guess makes me pretty lucky, but still. It sucks. You feel like you don’t know up from down and that the whole world is spinning so fast and you are standing still in the middle of the madness. Without direction and without love. I am still not over this latin heartbreak, and I won’t be for awhile. But I am starting to realize that life will go on and love will show it’s complicated face again. One day. When you’re not a boiling hot mess of mental instability and day-long spurts of sobbing. Things will get better.
—> Everything feels different and the same. At the same time. The whole world has not changed just because you have. It feels like you just woke up from the craziest, wonderful yet horrifying dream. You walk around wondering if people notice that you are different. You walk around differently. A different mindset. A different gauge on normalcy. A different perspective on how you want your life to look. This shift is beautiful and prized, but when paired with the return to the routine you held before you left, shit gets real. You become uncertain if you should retreat back to what you did before you left, or take steps to pursue the change. It’s like being a caged animal for years and then escaping. And then getting caught and returned back to the cage. I guess the key in this situation is to find the balance between what once was and what will be. It’s not an easy feat, kids.
—> You will have to summarize months and months of adventure stories into “It was great”. People will ask. They will seem generally curious on how your adventure went. But beware, if you expand your answer to more than a few short sentences, you will be met with ceiling glances and phone checks. While some good friends will be genuinely interested, most people don’t give a fck. Which is fine. You didn’t explore the world to sound more cultured in conversation. You did it for your own personal growth. But just know, the first time you summarize a magical and life-changing experience into “Yeah, it was wonderful”, it will hurt. It will hurt because you went through so much and did so many things that seem like they can’t physically boil down to one sentence. But they can. And they will.
—> Binging on booze and other substances does not help. Surprising, I know. I thought it was a proven coping method, but allegedly it makes everything worse. Waking up with a hangover practically every day for numerous weeks is not as fun as it sounds. While it drowns out the whispers of “what the fuck are you doing with your life?!” and the yells of a heartbreak, the sweet numbness can only last so long. you can only forget so much, until it all rushes back with vengeance. Doing yoga, meditating, journaling, applying yourself to something with meaning, and things of the like have proven to be better in coping. I’ve just now started to realize the great things that come with introspection after such an event. While it’s idealist to say that I won’t continue to hit the south broadway bars with 1-7 vodka drinks and hops of destroying male souls, I’ve promised myself to cut down significantly. I’m really growing up in the world, eh?
—> You will want to speak ________ (insert foreign language of choice) with anyone and everyone. It’s like tourettes and you won’t be able to stop. You will seem mildly racist while asking non-white (an also white) humans if they want to engage you in conversation in broken and drunken spanish. You won’t rest until you mumble a few foreign words to an unsuspecting victim. And while my spanish skills are SEVERELY declining due to lack of practice, I feel a small victory each time I speak it. My, my, my how cultured I am now. Look at me go! I can communicate with all of the kitchen staff at my work! I can read the smaller instructions so generously displayed for the minority! I am really breaking boundaries here. In all honesty, I’ve found my hidden love for learning and using language and have promised myself to never stop. So, yea, I might seem racist by asking any and all hispanic-looking people to humor my spanish skills. But I can’t stop, won’t stop.
—> You will try to make irrational plans to escape your home/life. Was I one click away from buying a ticket back to Peru? Yes. Was I searching for legitimate jobs in Chile? Absolutely. Was I wondering how long I could survive in Antarctica with $50? For a minute, yes. Planning another escape into the unknown is somehow more comfortable than remaining in the comfort zone. It’s sick, but it’s true. I’ve boiled this down to my strong desire to runaway and never remain stagnant. My happy place is when I am stuck in a foreign place without any idea of direction. When I know exactly what my day will look like, where to go, and what to do, I freak out a little. I can’t handle the mundane for a long period of time. It hurt my little gypsy soul. Thus, this is something that I will continue to deal with and struggle against. Because apparently no one can run away from grown-up decisions forever. Except for like Forest Gump and real-life gypsies. hashtag-jealous.
—> You are not heady than thou because you have seen a little bit of the world. There is not a direct correlation with traveling and intelligence/spiritual growth/good human-ness. While it’s a bit easier to grow and learn and experience new things while in another land, you are not in fact better than those that have not left their homeland. You’re not. So stop. You can’t simply float on the notion that you automatically gained street credit and karma points because you lived out of a backpack for months. Like, cool story bro, but get over it. I’ve learned that being pretentious about your travels gets you nothing more than an asshole title and a boost to your detrimental ego.
MORAL OF THIS STORY: I have no idea. The pleasures and thrill of traveling are unmatched, even by the immense pain and mental instability of return. No amount of tears and feelings of being lost can surpass the experiences you have while seeing the world. Just because life is a little more challenging when you reintegrate back to your homeland doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t travel. It’s like never falling in love because you don’t want the pain of a heartbreak. We grow and flourish with each experience, whether it’s really shitty or really wonderful. It’s the unavoidable ebb and flow of life.
My advice: Travel. Travel often. Travel your little face off until you can’t travel anymore. See it all. Experience it all. Surround yourself with good people and things. But be aware that coming home is not a frolic in a field of sound-of-music-esque wildflowers. It will test your very being and will to survive mentally, but it can never compare to the beauty of the outside world. Fall in love, meet some weirdos, get into sketchy situations and then come home and find yourself again. You will survive and be a more complete human.
People who claim they will maintain a constant blog flow during a worldly adventure is probably a liar. Life happens at a more rapid pace than a blog can publish (read: I blew off writing for +/- 5 months. You would too if you were me. Probably.) Whatever. Here I am months and many life activities later….
SURPRISE: I’m returning to the good ol’ US of A in 7 short days. And NOT because I really want to, but out of necessity. I am horrifyingly broke and simply cannot sustain myself on the embarrassingly low wages of an illegal immigrant in Chile. While I do miss my family and noonie and friends and Kombucha, I am no exactly ready to end this chapter. White girl problems aside, I will re-integrate back into American culture, whether I like it or not.
I am currently living in downtown Santiago with a Chilean boy (….), floating on the last delicious tastes of this journey before I make my return. I am so happily content at this point, but I know the lifestyle filled with vices and lacking responsibility is not sustainable for any period of time.
I’ve experienced the entire spectrum of events since leaving Colorado in November, and there is no possible way to summarize this journey into words. But since I take terrible pictures and do not collect post cards, these hast generalizations will have to suffice for now….. Enjoy my weird adventures I call my life.
I’ve sold art on the streets of Valparaiso for less money than slaves made in the late 1800’s. I’ve been a journalist (for the first time ever. In another language). I’ve worked on a farm in a secluded valley of Peru. I’ve been a journalist in the presence of the Chilean president with questionable morals on many occasions, and found a new despise for politics in the world. I’ve been in the middle of wild student protests. I’ve been tear-gased and close to incarceration in the streets. I’ve started street-wide Christmas caroling among Chileans on New Years Eve.
I became friends with a worldwide street artists, homeless prophets, and street dogs. I walked my poor mother through the sketchy streets of the city at night with all of her bags (sorry mom). I’ve drunk more wine than I thought was physically possible. I’ve gone 7 months without a yoga class. I’ve attempted to teach yoga in Spanish, then retreated back to english. I’ve been a drug spirit guide (questionably). I’ve camped out naked on a private beach for an undisclosed amount of time. I’ve dabbled in a magical cactuses and chemicals and natural highs and art projects. I’ve had life revelations. I’ve had a come to Jesus, but not to Jesus.
I’ve learned Spanish. Then forgot it. Then learned it again. I’ve discussed politics and profound ideas in another language with elders and friends alike (and most likely did not make a single deep statement, but simply stayed afloat in the conversation). I know now how grateful people are when you at least try to speak their language and integrate into the culture. I’ve learned the value in learning the street slang (street slang = street cred. Always. No matter your level of speaking). I’ve trekked along the most southern part of the world, surviving on trail mix and high-fives. I’ve spent multiple days in bed because I wanted/could.
I spent my first Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthday, Easters, and Mothers Day without my family and away from my home. I’ve learned that these specific days, while exceedingly hallmark-y and overdone, are important and almost vital to spend with those you love. I’ve also learned that you can create a family wherever you are and that family is not exclusive to your blood line, and that sometimes you have to visit Starbucks for a little taste of over-roasted coffee-flavored home.
I’ve experienced how hard it is to travel while being a vegetarian and gluten-free. I’ve also experienced how difficult it is to both explain this situation and gain empathy in a different language (impossible? Mainly this —-> Veg lyfe but in Spanish).
I’ve learned there are assholes everywhere in the world, and there are always a select few that cast a negative perception of a country and a culture. I learned that no matter how much a person dislikes your culture, you can prove them wrong with kindness and decent dance moves (?). I’ve experienced the embarrassment of being a Gringa in a country that generally does not like North Americans, and I’ve also learned how to not give a fck.
I’ve slipped off the face of the earth, forgotten what my home and old surroundings look like. I’ve been so out of the loop on world events that my mother has to call me and tell me things three days after they happen. I’ve pretended my way through interviews with important people in Chile, and succeeded.
I made a comeback to my dubstep years, and am not complaining. I’ve taken 40 hour bus rides to be with another human. I’ve met the most amazing friends I could possibly ask for, all by chance. I’ve come across humans who think their karma is forever in good graces because they are traveling. I’ve met people with the biggest hearts, and people with no human qualities in their human bodies.
I’ve been so content with my life in South America that I started to make permanent plans. I’ve been so homesick that I almost bought a ticket home for the following day. I went from despising Chilean culture and everything it stands for to loving it and wanting to be a part of it. I went from hating Chilean and Latin men to (potentially) falling in love with one and changing all of my plans to be with him. I’ve come to realize that generalizations are both semi-true and definitely dangerous. Everyone in every culture deserves a chance to start with a clean slate instead of being judged from their cultural background.
Life is like that, you know. You can’t always have a plan, and you most certainly can’t predict what the future will hold. You’ve got to just go with it. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to be more free and open to new things.
Is my quarter life crisis over? Definitely not. Actually, I hope not. Crisis is just another word for adventure. I am still intrigued by figuring my sh*t out. One day at a time. Are things more clear now? Absolutely. I know how to deal with the most bizarre and confusing situations with a calm head. I know how to make myself feel happy and at home thousands of miles away from my “home”. I know I can make friends (good friends) and find moderate employment anywhere in the world with a little work and good energy. I know I can return home with a wildly different perspective on life and a newfound appreciation for my home. Will I stay home for long? Probably not. But that’s the great thing about making your life a choose-your-own-adventure. Nothing is certain. Everything is weird, and lively, and beautiful, and unknown.
Chauuuuu && Namaste bebes.
Leaving is easier than it sounds. We all love to fantasize about getting out of our current situation and starting anew somewhere completely different. But in reality, the action of actually leaving is complicated and hard and most often ends in just staying in the status quo. I’ve made more plans to flee than I care to count. I essentially come up with a new life plan on the daily, and those who are close to me have learned to take my exodus ideas with a grain of salt (or however that saying goes….)
Well. I AM LEAVING THIS TIME. In 20 days from this moment, I will be on a plane en route to Valparaiso, Chile, where I will commence life for at least a year. It’s real and it’s happening. This is both horrifying and thrilling in equal parts. I am going without a job prospect, little knowledge of the language, and really no plan at all. Reckless? perhaps. Ballsy? absolutely. This is happening (in real life), and there is no turning back now. Thus, this post will serve as a guide to anyone a
nd everyone who wants to make a clean break from the mundane (relationship, job, location, sexual identity (?), etc.) and drift into an adventure of the unknown.
How to leave:
1. Don’t run away
Here is the issue: my life is absolutely GREAT right now. I basically practice and teach yoga all day long, and make questionable decisions by night. I have great friends and family, and no stalker ex-boyfriend (that I know of…). Why would I want to leave now? I thought about waiting until some sort of sh*t hit the fan, just to make myself feel better about fleeing. This idea was slapped down quicker than soda in a Mormon church. While discussing this matter with my heady friend Claire, she told me, “if you leave when things are bad, you’re only running away. LOLZZZ!!!” She didn’t actually lolzzz after stating this very true statement, BUT you get the point. If you leave with a bad taste in your metaphorical mouth, you will never truly feel at peace with your decision. You will always be emotionally tied to your past life and won’t be able to integrate into your new one. So, if your life is seemingly terrible and you want to run away, DON’T. Stay. Fix things. Mend relationships. Tie up those loose little ends. And if you still want to flee after things are smoothed over and going well, then absolutely go for it. Stop running and start facing your sh*t. And then get outta dodge. lolzzz.
2. Make a plan as far as possible, and allow the rest to fall into place
Planning is great, until it’s not. It’s great to have an idea of where you will stay and what you will do once you get there. But when your pursuing the unknown, plans can often complicate and weigh you down rather than help. I am the planner-ist of all planners. Like, I get pretty aroused when I have a solid plan for my day or week. It’s a little sick actually. I tried to make a plan for this upcoming adventure by applying for jobs online, etc. It failed miserably. I cried for a sec and then discovered this situation does not need rhyme or reason. I have a place to live for a bit (thanks Yenn!), until she kicks me out for my wine habit. I know that I want to teach yoga. And that’s it. That is all I can plan remotely. You have to trust that everything else will fall into place. Having a blank page and open mind will most likely turn out better than an organized idea. You will have more freedom to go with the flow and spontaneously agree to anything and everything. So satisfy your type-A tendencies to sleep better at night, but leave the rest open ended.
3. Embrace any and all emotions.
I’ve essentially felt like a schizophrenic psycho for the past month and a half. One minute I am so fcking excited to go I could scream it to the world. The next 60 seconds I am crying in the fetal position and attempting to call Delta airlines and plead my case to never leave. You probably will not be emotionally or mentally stable for a good while before and after you leave. It is quite alright. Allow yourself to feel anything and everything that comes up. You are completely allowed to be a psycho during this time. And anytime really, as long as you don’t murder anyone or start listening to Ke$ha unironically.
4. Bring a piece of home with you.
It would be impossible to assume you will not miss home. YOU WILL. You will miss your creature comforts. You’ll miss your friends and family and dog. You will maybe miss it all. But instead of wishing you were back home, bring a little piece of home with you. Appropriate items include: pictures, blankies, snuggies, scarves to gully with, favorite snacks, hobbies that you love/travel well, journal, etc. Inappropriate items include: your dog, your mother, that man/boy you just fell in lust with, a lit candle, explicit/implicit drugs, and anything that has to do with Lana Del Rey. Bring something with you that will make you feel comfortable and less homesick.
5. Sell most/all of your belongings of your current life.
We all have too much. Entirely too much. We justify buying all things because we live in America, and we can. Fck yea! No. When you move to another part of the world, you will probably need around 3.67% of your sh*t (I’m no mathematician, but it’s serious). Thus, this is the perfect time to deal with your hoarding issue. Sell of all your hip clothing and such to some hip vintage store, and donate the rest. Take only what you need, and learn how to survive on less.It is a freeing feeling to have less items. Things clutter our lives and keep us in the past. Like, look at your closet right meow. I bet you still have items from when you were in high school. Eh? You are definitely NOT the same person, and your belongings are basically stumping your growth. Get rid of some stuff and open yourself up to the new you. Own less, take less, and live on less. It will be bizarre and weird, but you will get used to it. And if you don’t, maybe your dadddeeeh will buy you a new iphoneeee!
6. Stick with your decision.
There is nothing worse than torturing yourself with the wishy-washy bullsh*t of decisions. If your heart is telling you to go, the buy your ticket/put something in place so you can’t retreat. Once it’s a sure fire plan, you can focus your energy on the actual act of leaving and inevitable adventure. I am the queen of all things indecisive and I love to bail out of plans. So the second I bought my outrageously expensive ticket, I felt so relieved that it was happening and I couldn’t back out. Sometimes you just have to DO IT. So, make the decision and go with it. Everything will fall into place if it’s the right choice for you. Stop questioning and start focusing on the journey.
7. Enjoy all remaining moments in your soon to be past-life.
I’ve made a small by efficient bucket list for my remaining time in Colorado. Since I’ve lived here for 392032 years, I’ve been around the block (not THAT block, you freak, I mean the socially acceptable Colorado block). Basically, get somewhat reckless and don’t turn down opportunities to be with those you love (or lust, or loathe). Say yes to going out on the town on a Sunday night. Say yes to climbing mountains. Say yes to going home with strangers… (kidding(?)) Say yes to taking your little brother to the park (mine is 21, so this would be a weird option for me. Unless it was to drink booze from a paper bag or check out “babes”. You know what I’m sayin’ though….) Do exactly what you want to do. Enjoy every single moment. You will probably miss the littlest things when you are away, so create the stories and memories now before you leave. Soak up as much as you can and enjoy every single minute of it.
8. Go with a purpose.
Don’t just go to go. Or maybe do. But, in my personal/highly professional opinion, travel is more fulfilling and beneficial when you have an intention. While it’s super neat to sightsee and hot as many different worldly locations as possible, this type of traveling will become meaningless and bland regardless of the destination. Think of something you want to achieve as you experience the world. My plan/hope/dream is to teach yoga in every place I live. I would love to experience the yoga scene everywhere in the world to take a little piece of that place with me always. Find something that will teach you something and benefit others. Volunteer at a farm, work in a hostel, help build something, do art, create things, teach English, work in a restaurant. Be something and do something, but don’t put pressure on yourself. Find a purpose and spread it around town/the world.
9. Remember that nothing is permanent.
Except for death and tattoos, everything is open to change. We are ever evolving creatures and are empowered to change anything and everything. Thus, if you are deciding to leave your life and start anew, remember it will not be forever (unless you want it to be…). If you are not content, you can move. If you want to stay, you can stay. We tend to think in black and white when making decisions, but in reality there is a ton of grey area. Stick with it for long enough to see the bigger picture, and if it’s not right for you then move on. Drift from place to place until it feels right. And always know that home is just a plane flight away.
10. ENJOY THE JOURNEY
You are about to embark on perhaps the most magical journey/flee of your young adult life. You have to enjoy and embrace each moment, good or bad. You will probably look back on this time when you are old and boring and responsible and wish you would’ve realized how great it is. The journey and process is much more important than the destination. While the sight of getting to that other “place” motivates you to leave, it’s the journey that will hold the most life. Acknowledge each step along the way like it is the destination. Allow yourself to go with the flow. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. If you get violently thrown off your path, there is an underlying purpose and you probably aren’t supposed to go down that way.
If you are thinking of leaving, I hope this guide will serve you well in your journey. If you are not leaving, I hope this motivates you to leave. Or at least consider it. Life is too short to not adventure. Get reckless and do something spontaneous. It could just be the best decision of yer life. LOLZ.
P.S. Listen to both of these motivational hit singles to start that metaphorical adventure fire under your mundane life:
—-> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggWyUEuGcWY (Please also keep in mind that she is only 13 in this video….)
—–> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3HemKGDavw (Classic for all things fleeing)
Good day to you. My life as a somewhat-unemployed post-graduate has been really stressful lately. I’ve teetered between spending 4930 hours at the yoga studio, and reading every single book in my house. Most people think being unemployed is a walk in the park. It’s not. It’s pretty effing hard actually. No, the lifestyle itself is not hard, but the daily mental anguish is enough to send someone to the mad house. I’ve learned over the past few weeks (months) that this time will pass and could very well be the only time in your life without real responsibilities. And thus, you must enjoy it! But not so much that you never get a job again. Here is a little list of great things you can do to embrace the present state of your lack of employment. But not so great that you never leave your parent’s basement!!!! Enjoy, betches.
10. Stop being lazy
Sleeping until 1 pm, not showering for days (weeks), remaining in your pajamas both privately and publicly, and watching re-runs of Arrested Development is not acceptable in any scenario (By “any scenario” I mean except for a weekend day when you are hung-over). This type of behavior day-after-day and week-after-week will be the downfall of your successful unemployment. Get out of bed at a reasonable time, go outside, clean yourself up, and do something. Pretend like your lack of responsibility is a full time job. Be productive in your unproductiveness. Essentially, make something out of nothing. Next time the clock reads 2pm, take a look at yourself. If you are in your Hello Kitty pj’s waivering between a Lifetime Original Movie and a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream, stop, slap yourself in the face (lightly), get in the shower, and get real.
9. Get a plan.
If you are intentionally avoiding getting a job (like me), you best have a good reason. Good reasons for unemployment include:
– you just had a baby/child
– you are pursuing your passion and having a real job would hinder all progress/effort
– you are moving to another country/universe within the next few months*
– your dog is too cute to leave at home all day
– you are in a coma
– having employment would disrupt your yoga practice
– you are in school (or still act like you are…)
– you are addicted to whip-its and can’t hold a steady job (seek rehab in this situation)
The (*) indicate my grand reasons for not having employment at this time. Or so I like to think they are good reasons…. Whatever. If you do not have a decent reason to be unemployed, it’s time to make a plan and get your act together. Write out your intentions and goals, and then figure out the steps you will need to take to accomplish them. Having some sort of plan will put your little mind at ease and give you easy talking points for when “judgers” ask. It gives you a goal to work towards and makes your unemployment seem like a transition (which it is….).
8. Find a hobby/activity you ENJOY
If you are like me, you’ve been in school almost non-stop for the past 4930248320 years and have had no time to figure out what makes you happy. This is the time to do it, my friend! You literally have all the time in the world to discover what it is that makes your little heart beat. And don’t be shameful if your favorite hobby is highly embarrassing… No one cares! Do you love kitting tiny slippers for your cat? Do it. Are you super into rock collecting? Collect those rocks! Does making shrines of Ryan Gosling tickle your fancy? Creepy, but go for it! As long as you find something that fulfills you, don’t worry ’bout them haterz. Allow this hobby to distract you from your self-loathing thoughts of unemployment. And hey! If your hobby is relative to others, you might be able to make it into your employment. Wooohooo kitten slippers for all!
No. I haven’t forgot you’re broke. But here is the issue: you have A LOT of time on your hands and (hopefully) many travel goals to accomplish. You can either slowly spend all of the money you have saved in your bank account, OR you can buy a plane ticket somewhere and live as cheaply as possible for awhile. The best thing about this plan, is that everyone you meet while traveling abroad is probably unemployed as well. Join the club and at least get a few good stories out of it. I’m just saying that when you look back on your 20’s, you will most definitely remember that spontaneous trip you took to ______ over slowly burning your money away on vodka sodas at LoDo’s bar. Sell some of you stuff. Find some odd jobs. Sell your eggs/sperm. Watch tiny devil children (a.k.a babysitting, not pedophiling) Make a little money and get outta herrrre.
6. Teach yourself something
Learn some new tricks while in your bout of less-than-employed. I am currently teaching myself Spanish to aid my November adventure plans. I sit down (almost) everyday and attempt to relearn all of the lessons I cheated my way through in High School. It’s super fun. Try teaching yourself that language you’ve always wanted to speak. Take this time to learn a significant (or not) skill that may or may not benefit you in the future. Knitting, knot tying, singing, playing the synthesizer, trance dancing, and wood whittling are just a few ideas for you. Bad skills to teach yourself include: murdering, cat collecting, social inadequacy, Pig Latin, falling down, binge eating and drinking, beer pong, having sex for money, Pokemon card trading, and crafts that solely use cat hair. If your interests lie in one of these options, maybe just get a job? I don’t know. Whatever you choose, dedicate yourself to it for a few minutes everyday. Soon, young grasshopper, you will be some sort of master at something.
5. Stop self-loathing for your unemployment
Unemployment is not death. It’s not cancer. It’s not even a bad break up with a lover. It’s literally being without a “real” job. Stop blaming yourself/your parents/your college degree/your student loans/your social awkwardness for not being employed. Sometimes it just happens. There is nothing worse than being home alone with your self-defeating mind ALL DAY EVERYDAY. You will absolutely go crazy if you give into all the negative thoughts swarming around in your mind. In order to cultivate a postive lifestyle, you have to be positive. Weird concept. Think of your glass as half-full always. I mean, you could be fully employed in Cambodia and have a fraction of the glamourous lifestyle you have now. You could be in a labor camp in North Korea. You could be Lana Del Rey…. There are always worse scenarios. Unemployment is not a choose your own adventure novel with depression and death as an option. It’s not an option. Self-loathing is awkward and unnecessary for all involved. Seriously, no one wants to be around that guy/girl who is a big time downer and life suck from the rest of the group. So stop it. Put on your positive panties and slap a smile on that face!
4. Take the time to slow down
Our natural setting is crackhead speed. We rush around all day long in an attempt to check off the little boxes on our to-do list. We literally get anxiety when we have “nothing to do”. It’s ridiculous. Well, guess what my gorgeous unemployed friend?!? You don’t really have a to do list! FREEDOM! While this is hard to accept at first, you have to change your mindset and slow the eff down for a bit. Take time to smell the flowers. Take a casual stroll without an end goal. Take a mid-day nap. Start writing. Start journaling (which I’ve learned is the adult form of socially acceptable diary-ing). Volunteer somewhere. Help out friends/people in need. Read for pleasure. Cook something from scratch. Dance around your house/outside world. Stop hurrying and start living. Move a little slower and think a little deeper. Life is telling you to slow down by presenting you with unemployment. Embrace it now, so that when you return to “real life”, you will have a different perspective. The happiest people in the world live in the cultures that do not rush or hurry through things. They take their time and are present with every moment. Try slowing down, even if it’s for an minute/hour/day. Your future self will thank you. She might even buy you a drink.
3. Get crafty with your broke-ness
Odds are, you are pretty broke if you do not have steady employment. Accept this fact and stop pretending you can carry on your groovy lifestyle like you once did in college. You will probably not be able to shop for sport, go to expensive destination vacations, or go out on the town as often as you did. This does not mean you can’t keep up with your employed counterparts! You just have to get creative. If your homies are going out to dinner at a chic restaurant, eat at home then order apres or just a drink. They might call you out for an eating disorder, but it’s worth saving a few bucks. If “everyone” is going “out” (read: 3 friends binge drinking at bars), drink before and bring a flask/ziplock bag. OR bring your A-game and have drinks bought for you. Yes, this also works for men if you have the right attitude and can swallow your pride. lolz! Start making things at home, reusing, and getting thrifty with what you have. Ride your bike everywhere. Make your own moonshine. Do things cheaper! A lot of the time we spend money so frivolously when we have income, we don’t realize how much we are wasting and how unnecessary it actually is. Whatever you do, don’t sulk in your broke blues and stay home all day everyday. We have so many free amenities on hand, it’s ridiculous to not utilize them. Parks, museums, bike rides, hiking, libraries, outdoor running, pet store browsing, and window shopping are all things you can enjoy being broke as a joke. Swallow your ego and get over it. But also don’t assume you can continue to keep up with the Kardashians. Whatever that means.
2. Don’t sell out. Or maybe do.
I wanted to tell you not to take a job just to have a job, but I feel like that is misleading. You should be open to (most) opportunities when they are presented. Who knows? A job that seems terrible at first could turn out to be your niche and most gratifying experience ever. It could also give you the networking you’ve been dreaming of, and lead you to something great. It could also lead you into a major depression spiral that plummets you into a shameful hole of no return. If you have a college degree, you should not take the open position of “creating smiles” at McDonalds. They lie when they tell you they’re looking talented individuals. Don’t sell yourself short. Know your skills and know your limits for employment. Apply to jobs that suit you, but be open to what comes your way. If you take a job that is less than ideal, don’t loose sight of your main goals and aspirations. I am personally petrified of becoming an 8-5 office job “lifer” because I see how easy it is to loose sight of your passion. Once you get used to an income, it is hard to leave. So choose your path wisely and don’t loose yourself in the grind.
1. ENJOY this bliss of unemployment
Bask in the beautiful privledge of not giving a fck. Stop taking everything so seriously. Stop getting depressed every morning when you wake up. When people ask you what you what you will do with your shiny new college degree, yell “I’m gonna be a space cowboy!” and whisper “or a professional barista”. When people ask how your job is going, over-enthusiasticlly answer “Brilliant!” while making large eye-brow movements and pouring yourself another glass of wine from the bottle you scored off the discount shelf and uncorked yourself. Blame it on the economy. Everyone else does. Everyone is suffering in their own special way. Don’t think you are a special case. You are young. You lack serious responsibility (hopefully). Turn your misery into joy. Make it a joke. Because NOTHING in your life lasts forever. You know you will not always be unemployed. This is a phase that is bound to end. So let it go, and learn how to go with the unemployment flow rather than thrashing in the metaphorical waves.
HA! You thought I forgot about this blog, eh?! I actually did. For a long time. Life is happening at a rapid pace, and revisiting this blog is like seeing an ex-boyfriend again for the first time since you had passionate hate-sex. It’s both glorious and horrifying.
So many things have happened in the past few months, it would take a novel to describe in detail the beautiful disaster that is my life. So naturally, I’ve devised a general list of life lessons that have hit me smack in the mouth since February…. And the title of this post is misleading. My future children will be syked their mom was so intelligent and insightful at such a ripe age. Enjoy betches.
1. Everyone has a light and shadow.
The ying-yang is the real deal. Sometimes you come across people that you definitely consider to be satan’s spawn. They are dark, negative, rude, and down-right soul sucks. Then you see a little sign of light and beauty and realize they cannot possibly be the dark lord’s child. The reverse is also true. You can be the most optimistic, love-filled, kind and gentle person who enjoys coddling kittens and saving handicapped hedgehogs by day but is an axe murder by night. This is obviously an extreme case, but you get what I mean. Every single person has a dark and a light side to them. One cannot exist without the other. I am a prime example of this not-so-new phenomenon. When I teach my yoga classes I am somewhat serious and knowledgeable, and seemingly on my path to living a pure and enlightened life. Outside of the yoga studio, I am often outlandishly outspoken and can usually be found wine binging and smoking shameful cigarettes in a dark corner of a dive bar. Am I necessarily one persona or the other? Not really. I like to think of myself as a balance between both worlds. Moral of the story- you cannot completely categorize someone by their most outward expression. Consider the yin and yang.
2. Juice cleanses should/should not conclude with wine binges.
I know this is a shocking statement. I know you, like me, thought that fermented grapes are considered fruit and thus wine is fruit juice. Unfortunately, this is a recipe for disaster and havoc on both your body and moral compass. I’ve decided to undergo a number of juice-only detox cleanses since the beginning of the year. They are great for cleaning out all of the digestive junk and allow for a little inward exploration. If done correctly. I’ve never been one to follow rules, though. My revolt against the proper juice cleanse was to consume copious amounts of wine the moment directly following the detox. My entire life is a vicious cycle of detox and re-tox. I’m too young and reckless to give a single f*ck. Long story short, I end up making highly questionable choices while wildly hammered and spend the next week feeling like death warmed over. Worth it? Questionable. Does it make for a good story/good excuse to behave like a newly de-flowered teenage girl? Absolutely. I would highly recommend this life choice. Maybe I should become a nutrition counselor? SYKE. We all know how that would turn out.
3. Life is the most fun when you are the most reckless.
I know I’ve said this time and time again, but it is the MOST true thing I know. You always have a better time/experience when you let go of your resistance and just give in. It is the most freeing feeling to no longer care what you look like or what others think of you. Here is the deal: you will probably not see most people you are around again in your life, nor will your real-life friends not be your friend anymore because you got reckless. Everyone loves a slow moving train wreck, especially if it’s done right. If you have a flight at 6 am the next morning and are weighing your options of getting a good nights rest for a fresh day of travel or raging face until the sun rises and being miserable the next 48 hours, ALWAYS choose the latter. You will never remember the nights you got adequate sleep. Ever. I know this from one full year of being a hermit. Trust me. Get reckless.
4. Exhale only love and have compassion for all people at all times.
I am balls deep into Rumi (not literally, of course). And this is deep, but oh so true. The recent violent events have, as always, allowed me/all people to take a step back and realize how short life is. It is too short to spend your time being hateful and rude. It is too short to not have compassion for EVERY single human being you come across. It’s too short to not tell the people you hold close to your heart that you love them. You lose nothing by having compassion and love for everyone. One act of kindness and compassion can usually motivate another act of love, and thus a little chain reaction is created. Naturally, the incidents in Aurora have sparked a lot of thinking on why someone would be so heartlessly violent. People (usually) don’t become hateful and violent without reason. There is (usually) a past event that took away the faith in humanity and goodness, and thus violence ensues. If you stop and take the time to be kind and breathe out compassion, you could just brighten someone’s day enough for them to no commit a hate act. Far reaching? maybe. Plausible? Totally. Try it.
5. Parents are allowed to not be parents sometimes.
We are getting to the age where our parents have been *semi* responsible and organized role-models for over 20 years. That is entirely too long to act this over cautious part. I came to this realization after hearing myself parent my parents the other night. Whaaaat? I know. It’s time that we accept our parents desire to be free of the burden of raising children and start letting them do whatever they want, without judgement. We are old enough to make grown-up decisions in the grown-up world. We are no longer their responsibility, and they are not yours. At this point, it is possible to simultaneously exist as human beings Your dad wants to relive his mullet days and wear jorts? Great! Your mom is getting super into lower back tattoos and wants to habitually consume LSD? Stupendous. Let em’ do it. They deserve to have a full blown (moderate) binge on whatever they desire after raising tiny devil-children for so long. Stop judging and start enjoying this time with your roommates. Err. Parents.
6. Just because he/she is foreign and has an incredibly intriguing accent does not mean he/she is attractive.
What? You already knew this? I’ve clearly had my blinders-of-exoticism on full time as of late. I literally can hear an attractive accent from 1.4 miles away and track it down like a drug dog. It’s like a 7th sense (I was born with 6). So naturally when I travel internationally, I fall in love like 1840932 a day with people of all ethnicities and origins. And naturally, this gets me in trouble. Maybe it was my partial sobriety or sign that I am growing up (slowly)… but it dawned on me that some incredible sexy accent men are not in fact sexy at all. Some are rude, boring, shallow, and condescending. People are people, not matter where you are or where you are from. So if you are like me, and are blinded by a double kiss on the cheek and the pronunciation of “February”, take a step back before you dive into that mess. Realize that there are A-holes are everywhere in the world. You just have to weed through the a-holes to get to the good stuff. Gross (imagery). Additionally, if you think everyone you meet is an a-hole, you are probably the a-hole. Think about it. I just used “a-hole” so many times in 3 seconds. woohoo?
7. I am in a full on hearth-throbbing, gut-wrenching, love affair with yoga and all things of the like.
It’s almost nauseating how much I love everything surrounding yoga. It is like a spiritual orgasm everytime I step on to my mat or attend an inspiring workshop or teach a class or even think about yoga. It’s dangerous. I am like a giddy little school girl with a crush on my math teacher on the first day of school. It’s stupidly amazing. I recently volunteered at the Wanderlust yoga festival in Copper where I practiced and mingled with some of the most renowned teachers on this side of the world. I shimmied with Shive Rae while dancing to “Teach me how to Dougie”…. Long story…. But whatever, I did it and it was magical. I literally feel like a unicorn after that incident. Anyways, I have never been so inspired to learn everything there is to know about the practice and theory. EVERYTHING. I am one click away from submitting my application to an ashram so I can forget real life and fully engulf myself in yoga. I’ll seriously do it, too. This is heady business. Now that I’ve found my passion/obsession in the world, I wish something similar upon every single person. You have to find something to be fully head-over-heels passionately in love with in order to give your life meaning. It doesn’t matter what it is (besides murdering, killing kittens/other cute animals, and heroin), as long as you have something in your life that makes you excited to wake up in the morning. Don’t have one yet? No worries. It will hit you smack in the head when the time is right. Until then, go out and do everything you can get your grimy little hands on. It’s worth it.
8. Everyone has the ability to live life more simply
When we are in the swing of our busy Western lives, we think we cannot survive without our “things”. Cars, iphones, eye cream, teeth whitening, 90 pairs of shoes, 45 tops that look the same, 7 unique looking kittens, 17 different kinds of bottled kombucha, etc. are seen as normal and necessary. Once you step out of this lifestyle, even for a day, you realize how unnecessary most things are in life. You don’t need 6 pairs of the same skanky black undies to live a fulfilled life. Bottled water from the depths of the Arctic ocean is not vital to your survival. After my tiny Costa Rican adventure, I vowed to live a more simple life. It is eye opening to see people completely happy and content with so little. Each day I am trying to eliminate one thing that I truly do not need. It is freeing to lighten up your possessions, it gives you more space to grow as a person. So try it. See if you can go a few days without using your car. Don’t purchase anything for a week. Get rid of everything you do not wear/use, and donate it. Turn all of your electronics off for at least 24 hours. See how you feel after this, and then keep going!
9. When life is going in the right direction, everything falls into place.
I was talking to a wonderful yoga teacher in Costa Rica about the process of moving and starting a life there. “When people are supposed to be here, opportunities come out of nowhere everything around them falls into place”, she said. I can’t get this idea out of my mind now. When you make a decision and begin a journey in a certain direction, there are blatant signs that either point you toward your general goal or violently away from it. All you have to do is be receptive to the signs, and you will have a pretty good idea if you are heading the right way. When I came back from my time in Prague, I forced myself to go back to school, even though my gut instinct was telling me to find a new plan. During this, I became super sick, lost important people in my life, and was generally miserable. The universe was trying to tell me to open up my eyes and mind to something new. When I finally listened, I took time off of school and yoga fell into my lap and the rest is seemingly history. In my desire to find adventure around the world, Costa Rica presented itself and things are beginning to fall into place in support of that journey. Signs present themselves each and every day to let us know if we are heading the right direction or not. All you have to do is be open to them and LISTEN.
10. Not having a short/long-term plan is both exciting and horrifying.
Everyone’s favorite question after graduation is the inevitable “what’s your plan for the future?”. I took great joy in making up elaborate stories and lies of meeting a Middle-Eastern husband and joining the army in Saudi Arabia or becoming one with the dolphins and living mostly underwater. Either that, or I would simply reply with, “your guess is as good as mine….” (which aroused looks both confusion and dissatisfaction). Here’s the issue (s): (1) I have no idea what I want to do/where I want to be. (2) I’m not getting a big girl job that requires me to work with “lifers” and become creative with office supplies. (3) I’m not super into making money or climbing the corporate ladder. So, no, I do not have a solid future plan. My only real ambition at this point is to go out and explore the world and meet everyone I can and do all that I can do. Thus, I am moving to Costa Rica in November in active pursuit of the unknown. I will teach yoga, teach English, and teach myself how to slow down and live life. I suppose this is a short-term adventure that will hopefully lead to a lifelong journey. So, HA! Take that all people who judged me for not having a life plan. Put my little reckless and messy ambition in to your little pipe and take a little smoke.
Take away points from the beautiful disaster that is my life: stop judging, preserving, conserving, and consuming. Start enjoying, pursuing, trying, and adventuring. Everything will fall in to place if you let it. So let it in, and let go. Enjoy the ride and get reckless. Always.
I’ve recently become aware that Valentines Day is approaching us. Like calling “happy baby” pose “dead baby” in your yoga class , it’s inevitable. It’s going to happen. It did happen. We can’t run from it. Nor can we pretend it’s not there. Because it is. And I did. So lets hit it head on and deal with these issues. K baibe?
Now, before you start to sob or wish death upon me/the world, lets work through this V-day struggle together. Every other year I’ve labeled this day in February as “singles awareness day” and cursed all of the happy couples around me. I would then proceed to get wine (hammered) drunk,eat my body weight in chocolate (from the bulk bins in Whole Foods, not the store bought kind. obv.), and watch The Notebook in a snuggie, cry, and wonder why I wasn’t in love. I’m kidding. Kinda….Ew.
We all know that Valentines Day is a Hallmark holiday that serves no purpose but to a) reconfirm that your love is only shown through materiel things for your significant other, b) confirm your single status, c) drain your bank account, d) provide a reason to get wine wasted and watch romantic comedies, or e) all of the above? It’s quite a joke to be quite honest. But this year I’ve decided to look at February 14th as a day of love with the entire world. Almost like a little day of gratitude that you can tell every one and everything how much you love it/them, without a retraining order, etc. We have such a complex against uttering “I love you” because it makes us vulnerable and super cheesy. But in reality, we don’t say it enough. And who knows, it could be the last words you utter to a person. Every one that has had someone die in their life regrets not being able to tell them how much they love them.
So this year, make it a day of love with the world. If you’re in a relationship, don’t just buy each other stupid gifts and bang all night. Like, do something meaningful. OR don’t do anything and just pretend it’s another day. If you’re single: DO NOT THROW YOURSELF A PITY PARTY. Don’t you dare. Pity parties are so 90’s. Stop it. You’re not the only single person in the world. Far from it actually. There are 2320644660 single people on earth. whaaaaaat?! Rage. Look how many fish are in that sea! So many.
Singleton is really not the worst place to be in your life right now. In fact, it’s probably the best time to be single. We are young, adventurous, and do not need to be tied down unnecessarily right now. This is a time to figure your sh*t out so that you can love someone fully without the emotional baggage. Being the crazy girl or boy in the relationship is so 2006. This is a time to soul search and world search. It’s a time to do all of the things you want to do without holding back. It’s a time to get craay craaay and not care who knows it.
It’s also a known fact that you will meet your soul’s counterpart doing what you love to do. You like to collect toasters? Do it. That like minded toaster-collecting stud of your dreams will be there. Do you enjoy going to petting zoo’s dressed as a panda? Go there! You’ll find the panda-loving person of your dreams. Hold the phone though… This idea only works with innocent and non-creepy passions. If you are a serial killer, please don’t continue to do it until you find a lover with the same mind. If you enjoy pedophile-ing on small children via selling drugs and offering candy, well, first of all stop it, and second don’t think that finding another person with similar pedophilic taste is going to satisfy you. Quite simply, if you are looking for love, stop it. Stop looking and it will appear out of nowhere. And then many lovers will appear, and then you will have too much love and will have to choose. It’s a rough life. Trust me. More importantly, enjoy singleton while it lasts. You have your whole life ahead of you to nest and make babies or whatever it is that birds and people do.
Obviously, there are those people in our lives that found their “soulmate” and are happily married. While I was skeptical to accept pre-30 marriage, there is really no set time that is too young or too old to tie the knot. If you find “them”, keep ’em. I guess… BUT that doesn’t mean get married to the first person you fall in love with. I think you need a few practice runs before you make that leap. You have to know the lack and abundance of love before you can decide if it’s the real thing. But this blog is obviously not about relationship advice. Clearly, I would be the least respected scholar in that area. I am cynical because I am not in the love boat and don’t plan to be for quite some time. Wait. I mean I love too many people to pick just one. Wait. What? I love you. Those that know me, know I am not a monogamous person by any stretch of the imagination. I am aiming to change that. One day….. Definitely not today though. Or tomorrow.
At this point, I am more an observer to love. On a daily basis I witness people loving each other (No. I’m not peering into people’s windows to witness this. pull your mind outta that gutter.) I mean I witness all types of love from disastrous unhealthy bonds to head-over-heels lust to pure undiluted love. I feel that I can point out a good relationship from a bad one. And trust me, there are some bad ones. People feel the need to stay in detrimental relationships because they’re afraid to be alone. Being alone is not the same as being single, might I add. (Alone is like isolated in Antarctica with no one to talk to but a wolf mother. Single is like being the panda bear that escaped the zoo and is now roaming the world, flinging poo and making pandemonium. Huge difference, obv.)
I’ve played the role of a meditator and counselor to many friends, and have seen the ugly side of love. I’ve also seen the beautiful side of it in my own experiences, and know that actual true love is out there. Now, obviously I am only a spectator in this game, but it has taught me more about love than I could’ve witnessed being in a relationship. I’ve kind of lived vicariously through other relationships and gained the knowledge without the emotional attachment. It’s fun. Until it’s not. My point is that live your single life to the fullest. Stop being jealous of other’s relationships (or lack there of). The grass is always greener, so accept it and move on.
And before you throw yourself a single party in your room by yourself, stop it. Just stop it. Go out and do something for yourself. Don’t hate on the day. If anything, hate on what our society has created the day to be. Don’t send death thoughts to the couples you will inevitably notice all day. It’s not nice, nor productive. Be in love with whatever’s around you and put on your positive panties. Fall in love with yourself and move on.
Oh, and when you get bored of being super positive, here is an list of alternative things to do (besides hating the world and watching The Notebook 789 times) on February 14th:
– Buy a monkey and perch it on your shoulder
– Go to a petting zoo dressed as a Panda (Consider this one done….)
– Lose your virginity
– Fly a kite with a dwarf (Thanks for this magical idea, Kersten)
– Drink copious amounts of wine in public (while STILL being socially accepted)
– Eat chocolate until your die of an overdose. Kidding. Don’t die.
– Flee the country to a faraway place where they don’t celebrate the holiday
– Plant a tiny sandwich in the middle of a side walk, then host a social experiment to witness people’s reaction (Spoiler alert: they will think it came from a dwarf or tiny child)
– Get childish Valentines cards like we got when we were adolescents, and give them to your friends (but instead of candy, attach pictures of cats or random babies
– Volunteer. somewhere. anywhere.
– Go salsa dancing with an international student
– Walk around town in a poncho playing the ukelele
– Plant a tree
– Spread marijuana seeds around the town.
– Make a baby. J/k. Don’t do that.
– Hand out free hugs on the street (careful, only to people without shanks/knives and that are clean-ish)
– Start a revolution
– Listen to all of the sad songs you know, throw up, then listen to really happy songs
– Hang out with a child (Not if you have a past of pedophiling though. Stay away from children in that case.)
– Hang out with an elderly person and learn life lessons
– Buy a harmonium and then play it (BTW, I am starting a fund to buy a harmonium. You are more than welcome to contribute. K thanksss)
– Dress like a pirate and blast Skrillex outside of a church. Not near me though, please.
– Hand out slutty homemade coupons to strangers and pretend you will follow through (but obviously don’t. I’m not advocating slutty behavior)
– Citizen arrest someone that is committing hate crimes
– Go out and RAGE
– Crochet/knit your own snuggie for next year
– Give away your worldly possessions and go on an adventure
– Do yoga (errrrday)
– Call your someone you haven’t talked to in a long time
– Start a conversation with a stranger
– Delete your facebook
– Become a better person
– Make a painting
– Get a tattoo
– Buy a meal then give it to someone who needs it more
– Bueno Vista
– Muff cabbage your neighbor (No one knows what this means. Not even me. But if you find out, do it, and lemme know how it goes)
SEE?!?! Valentines Day can be sooooo fun! But in seriousity (made that word up), it can be a wonderful day. This Tuesday, tell everyone in your life that you love them, and do something nice. Be kind to the entire world. Live through a love lens. It’s la vie en rose. Life in pink. Life in love. Not with a person, but the entire world.
I literally, figuartively, and physically love you.
The metaphorical Quarter Life Crisis (QLC) is becoming chic and the in-thing-to-do, if you haven’t noticed.
The other day I was commencing my very last first day of school and feeling positive about my life . I am teaching a solid number of (somewhat decent) yoga classes, barista-mastering/slaving, and getting my intellect on x10 (actually I’m slowing becoming the smartest girl in class. Which is fun.) I truly have no complaints in life right now. But this made me think of where I was a year ago…. I was at my rock bottom. I was miserable, stressed, not in school, living at home, unemployed, and the future was looking grim. I starved myself mentally and physically, and overall became a hot mess of instability. I had no direction or purpose. I was lost. I’m not saying this will be my last or worst rock bottom, but so far, it is my rock-est of bottoms yet. I like to think of it as my quarter-life-crisis. It’s real, and it happens to real people. In fact, the more people I start deep intellectual conversations with (usually at really convenient times like while they’re ordering coffee or while were inebriated…), the more I realize that almost everyone is going through a little bit of a rock bottom/quarter-life-crisis right now. Being a twentysomething is hard and not as glamourous as we thought it would be. Post-graduation life is rough (from what I hear…). We’re all either trying to figure out who we are or what the hell we are “supposed” to do with the rest of our lives. We have debt, high expectations, and are stuck between youth and adulthood.
While looking back on where I was a year ago, I realized how thankful I am for my low points. They are an absolutely necessary part of our existence. It’s a known fact that you can’t have the good unless you have the bad. The bad makes the good look sooooo good. And really, unless you die or contract an incurable STD or something, the bad is not so bad in the scheme of things. It just appears to be terrible because it’s happening in the moment and sometimes there is no end in sight. When I was at my lowest, I literally thought it would be this miserable for the rest of my life. Situations and phases always seem permanent, but in reality it’s the opposite. Things like not having a job, being financially unstable, going through a divorce or a bad break-up, the death of a family member (or pet. I hope my dog stays alive forever…. cryogenically frozen? perhaps.), or an overall sense of direction are all temporary and transient. While it may sting and be uber-painful during the crisis, life is ever-changing and nothing truly remains the same. There is serious light at the end of the tunnel (not just a metaphor).
So, how do you know if you are having a QLC? You show signs of one or more symptoms below:
– You feel like your life choices are suffocating you like a Stage 5 clinger.
– You have a low paying internship in an marketing firm when your major was in Tambourine Beat Making (it’s a real major) and you literally hate all advertisements.
– You have the strong urge to give away all of your material things and start a new life in Thailand.
– You have no common ground with your “friends” but refuse to search for a new crew.
– You binge drink more than what is socially acceptable (my standard is 2-3 times per week, any more is approaching a real issue….).
– Happy hour has turned into an unhappy hour of complaining about your life and sighing deeply while staring out of the window.
– You continuously compare yourself to your Facebook friends who are married with children on the way, and wonder what’s so wrong with your anti-monogamous lifestyle.
– You cry to most Adele songs (could be a sign of pregnancy, also.)
– You have completely lost touch with what your passions are and what truly makes you happy.
– You comfortably/casually call your parents your “roommates” to others in conversation.
I know that you shook your head to at least one of those. If not, then I’m super syked that your life is perfect, but you would potentially be a really boring reality show. And your QLC time will come sooner or later. The first step is admitting that you are, excuse my French, “balls deep” in a Quarter Life Crisis. Don’t worry. Everyone goes through it. It’s like puberty for older people.
Here are some self-comprised steps to help with this quarter-life-crisis. (I’m obviously not guru-ing in this topic, as I am still learning all of these lessons everyday. These are some of the things that have worked/will work for me, and hopefully will work for you too. If not, we can maybe just sit at home and cry to Adele together maybe?)
1. Make a bold move. Quit your job that you loathe. Get out of that detrimental relationship. Pick up and move somewhere. Invest in something. Take a step forward in something. ANYTHING. Just do it. Staying in the status quo because it’s safe and you don’t know what else to do is a terrible idea and only perpetuates your QLC. Move out of your parents house and become a circus performer. Apply for an internship/job in another country. Make a list of all of your contacts in other cities/state/countries/continents, contact them, and then move there. Worry about the repercussions later. You can seriously find a minimum wage job anywhere and can figure out how to simply “make it”. This is such a scary concept, but I believe that it’s absolutely necessary. The worst thing that could happen is that it doesn’t work out, you move back in with the parents, and your back to where you are now. Grow some balls/a vagina and DO IT.
2. Get in touch with yourself. No, I didn’t say “touch yourself”. I said get in tun with who you really are. I think a lot of us think we are too young to start soul searching and finding out who we truly are is not a priority. But in reality, it’s probably the most important thing we can do. Finding out what makes us happy at a young age reduces the risk of being that weird 35 year-old chick/bro still doing drugs at STS9 concerts at Red Rocks and binge drinking on the reg (you know those people….). Having our rock bottom/QLC now sets us up for a happier and more fulfilling life and kind of lets us escape the path some of our parents went down.
3. Stop basing your future off of money and “shoulds”. We were raised in a culture that equates money with success. It’s a fact. The harder you work, the more money you get, the happier you are? So wrong. While it’s nice to not be dead broke or homeless, we have lost touch with everything human when thinking about the future. When I talk to people on campus about their plans after graduation, almost everyone brings up how much money they think they will make in their chosen _______ (enter corporate schmuck job here) field. Most are miserable in even studying their supposed path, not to mention the decades of working ahead. It’s confusing and sad at the same time. What are you going to do with that money once you’ve earned enough? And will it ever be enough, or will you keep wanting more? It’s a vicious cycle that we weave ourselves into. I am a strong believer that once you find your passion, everything (including money) will fall into place.
AND the dreaded “shoulds” of life. We should go to college, graduate with decent grades, get a real job, and disappear into the 9-5 workforce until it’s time to retire (or not…). We should get married and have 2.5 children before you hit 30, move to the suburbs, buy a volvo station wagon (i seriously actually want one.), and spend our days numb to our emotions. The “shoulds” are unicorns in this sense. They’re unattainable and we let them control our lives (So actually they’re not really like unicorns at all….But you get my point). There is no right or wrong way of doing things. Do what you want and don’t get “should” on.
4. Ditch your unhealthy relationships and measure friends by quality rather than quantity. Being friends with someone for a long time doesn’t mean they need to be a permanent part of your life. We change, and the people in our lives change too. I’ve found I have lost the common ground with my friends in high school because I have changed so much through the years. If someone drags you down or isn’t conducive to your non-rock-bottom life, don’t be afraid to cut them out of your life. Find people that you have common ground with NOW rather than in the past. If you are in a relationship and are afraid to leave it because you’re scared and don’t want to be alone, LEAVE. You’re not going to die alone, I promise. Actually only 1.7% of people in the world die without having love in their life. I didn’t make that up. Google it. OK but I’m not saying to ditch all of your friends and cut ties with your lover just to say you did it. I’m simply saying take a step back from your friends and lovers and asses who is helping you grow, and who is hindering your journey. It’s absolutely okay to only have a few close friends rather than like 5849 acquaintances. OH and I also just learned the thrill of deleting Facebook friends that are bogging down your internet life. Do a little house cleaning. It’s seriously refreshing. Actually, I’m deleting my faebook. Stat.
5. Stop thinking you are old. You are not old. Hitting 24 and having a pity-party because your life is almost over is not cute. Thinking that you have nothing to show for your age is completely irrational. If you are a twentysomething, you have so much life ahead of you (unless, of course, the apocolypse hits as predicted. Then yes, you can consider yourself 100 years old if you want). But seriously, no one really has anything phenominal to show by their 20’s, unless you are a child star/genius. Get over the age number factor and always know that there is no set timeline for your successes. And seriously, as I mentioned in my last post, use your age to get you out of compromising situations while you still can! We’re supposed to be reckless and naive at this age.
6. Let go of the things that do not matter. We carry around so many unnecessary obligations that we think are important. Putting all of your effort into your physical appearance is the biggest one that pops into my head. I’ve noticed in the past year that no one really cares what you look like, except for you. No one cares that you have the hottest Marc Jacobs purse and are the hippest thing since your dad in the 70’s. When I was going through my rock-bottom/mental breakdown last year, my mother would always tell me that other people have their own shit going on and could essentially care less what you look like. I know that there are a ton of judgmental people out there, but there are also a ton of people who can see past it. And really, so what? So what if someone judges you on your appearance? They will probably forget in like 3.56 seconds. This is also an excellent way to weed out the people in your life that are not conducive to the non-rock-bottom you.
7. Get yourself into a life or death situation, and then get out of it. This could be sketchy advice, so maybe don’t take it literally (or do…). I sometimes get into dangerous life-threatening dilemmas (every time I drive. I really shouldn’t have a license.) and can almost see my life flash in front of my eyes. Obviously, I get myself out of the situation and keep on living. Being really close to kind of death makes your syked to be still alive and revives your heart a little. A good dose of adrenaline is also really helpful in pulling you out of a QLC. Go skydiving. Go base jumping. Do something that REALLY scares you. At the very least, you can check these somewhat dangerous things off your bucket list. At the most, compromising your life will act like a mouth-to-mouth CPR revival from Ryan Gosling.
8. Stop comparing yourself to others. Facebook is so detrimental to our lives. We constantly scroll/stalk everyone we know and base our successes (or lack there of) off of their alleged happiness. This is such a mask. I bet if you went through your profile with a third-person perspective, you probably look pretty damn happy too. Having 580323 smiling pictures in an exotic location/with a significant other/riding a unicorn/with a newborn baby does not mean someone is happy. They probably just always remember to take pictures, or whatever. If we took other people’s lives as an indicator for ourselves, we would all be knocked up and married by now. Ew. Everyone grows at different rates and there is truly no gauge as to where you should be at 23. I think the only reliable gauge is to compare yourself to yourself a year ago. Look back and see where you were and how happy you were with your life. If it’s better now, you’re probably on the right path. If not, you might be on the decline. But whatever, we already know that every hits a rock bottom at some point. You might as well get yours out of the way now. But seriously, stop judging yourself in relation to others. It’s useless. We should have a mass suicide, but instead of suicide, we delete our facebooks and instead of kool-aid we drink wine. Are you in?
9. Get out and meet people. Life doesn’t happen sitting at home watching 30 Rock in a snuggie every night. We know this. So put on some real clothes, brush your hair, and get out there. Do things that interest you and be open to new people. We often think that we don’t need/want to meet people because we already have good/enough friends. Meeting people is what makes our experiences so great. I was looking through my pictures from my semester abroad, and I noticed that I took entirely too many pictures of the national monuments and not enough of the wonderful people I met along the way. So stop being an awkward turtle and meet some humans with awesome stories to share. And who knows, they could change your life….
10. Do one thing each day that makes you happy. I’m reading a book called the Happiness Project by Gretchen Ruben about her quest to appreciate all of the good in her life. She sets different goals each month to clear her life, and tries to do one thing a day that makes her happy. I love the idea of this. Even if you do something that makes you smile for 2.5 seconds, it’s better than nothing. Have a raging dance party in your room to Lady Gaga. Watch stupid kitten and sloth videos on Youtube. Do a craft. Go and chat with your super senille and super wise next door neighbor. People watch. Drink really good coffee. Host your own social experiment. Call an old friend. Write a letter. Do yoga (obv). Play with little kids (that you know, not just random children at the park. Their parents won’t like that.) DO SOMETHING for yourself. Errrrday.
So the take-home message is this: embrace the and welcome the ever-flowing movement of your life. Enjoy the bad times, as hard as they seem, because chances are they are temporary and will only make everything else feel/look wonderful. Learn everything you can during your rock-bottom, and then take it with you as you come out of your misery cave. Everyday is a fresh start, make it what you want. If your quarter-life-crisising, sitting in your room feeling bad for yourself is the worst thing to do. The hardest step to take is the first one. But do it. You won’t regret it. Think of it as a fresh start. Re-invent the life you want. And, dear reader, if this post finds you in the fetal position on your rock bottom, I urge you to get up and explore. Stop crying and start learning.
How do you like that for a metaphor???
Peace and so much Love.
P.S. this guide can also apparently be used for drinking problems and hoarders (animal and otherwise). FYI.
I’m alive, I promise. I’ve been M.I.A. (Missing-In-Action, not the Indian pop star) the past month due to the death of my Unicorn. I’m kidding. She’s still alive and I actually don’t have a good excuse as to why I haven’t blogged in a month. I’ve acutally been feeling like my life is unblogworthy again, but as I said before, everyone’s life deserves to be documented. Even Justin Beiber and my dog Niki.
Here are the life lessons I’ve learned over the past month. Some are profound and significant, while others are obviously absurd (and thus hilarious). Enjoy, avid reader (mom)…
1. White Girl Problem jokes are usually not funny or enlightening to someone that is not caucasian. Yes, I made a slip up while in group discussion about the 3G vs. 4G iPhone network. Yes, there was a person of African-American decent in the group. And yes, I was oblivious to the rapid level of increase in awkwardness among my group members. You could literally cut the tension with a butter knife, apparently. Lesson learned: use First World Problems rather than ______ (insert race here) Problems. We don’t need to get exclusive or racist in any manner.
2. “Family” can include anyone you are close with, and any “family” time is a good thing. My parents had a dinner party when I was home for Fall break (and I was invited this time!). We went around and said what we were thankful for, and my mom’s German friend said she was thankful for the evening as she finally felt “at home”. This was a light bulb moment for me, as the traditional idea of family is your blood-related relatives and such. But I feel that times are a changin’ and so many people live away from their actualy relatives, that “family” now encompasses those who are most important to you. Regardless if they are blood-related, the people you love around you comprise your family. While we were sitting there at the dinner table, I looked around and realized that every person was away from their physical family, and it was occasions like this that made them feel like they were “home”.
3. Great things happen when you leave the comfort of your room/house/bubble/cave. I am always the one to bow out of plans and events to preserve my evenings in fuzzy socks and a snuggie, but I’ve recently realized that my days and weeks are forgettable and uneventful. I am starting to force myself to go out even when I don’t want to (#whitegirlproblem), and the results are undoubtedly more fulfilling. Now, please don’t assume I am out doing community service and saving the world when I say I am stepping out of my comfort zone. I’m talking about hitting the town freshman-college-girl style and reeking as much havoc as possible. I’m allowed to, I’m still in college remember? OK, so maybe my liver is taking the brunt of my revived social life, but at least I have the memories and new friends in exchange, right? Right. Moral of this story is that no one ever met the love of their life watching Workaholic re-runs in a snuggie. Sometimes your have to man/woman up and go out in the world. You can revive your liver later.
4. As much as I would like to, I can’t save the world. I completed my application for the PeaceCorps a few weeks ago, and it got me thinking about a lot of things (obviously). Peace Corps vets often claim it was the best 27 months of their lives but that they left feeling like they didn’t help anyone. I think the expectation in joining an organization like the Peace Corps is that you will be part of the movement that saves the world. Like, when you are done serving, things will be significantly better than before. But this is usually not the case. You are part of the bigger picture in any effort, and the effects will probably only receive acknowledgment years or decades down the road. I am one of those people that watches a documentary on slave trafficking or child slavery and instantly wants to go out and start an organization to fight against it. Ok, so I haven’t started a non-profit (or even been close), but the desire is there. I’ve began to realize that in order to make a difference in the world, you have to start small. It’s helping someone in need that you see on the street (via a meal, not money for crack). It’s volunteering with a local organization rather than giving money to an international group. It’s watching someone’s kids for free when they’re in a bind. For me, I think my contribution to the world right now is doing one random act of kindness a day. Making one person’s day better makes the world a little happier in my eyes. One down, seven billion to go?
5. Ziploc bags are perfectly acceptable carrying devices for potato vodka at the bar. That’s right. I call it the poor-celiac-girl’s flask. Just make sure you double-bag it, bring a funnel or straw, and DON’T show it to the bartender. He won’t think it’s as funny as it actually is. It is super funny though. This is how I win friends and influence people. Get used to it.
6. World Peace can sometimes be made on the back patio of a sketchy club. Contrary to #4, I did certainly make my mark on world peace this week. I was outside of the
skanky super chic club, and an Arab man started talking to me and my friend. He was a Saudi prince (or whatever), super rude and pretentious. Obviously I had to call him out on it. He went on to tell me that he hated Denver and thus Americans because everyone was ill-mannered and unkind to him. I lectured him on the fact that it takes two to tango and he had to be nice to be treated nicely. I told him that if he was going to stereotype American’s as such, then it would be right for us to do the same to Muslims, and this thinking was what starts wars. He agreed, full heartedly. He promised to try and be nicer. And then he started hitting on me. And then I left on my world peace high horse. But seriously, lesson learned: peace has to start somewhere, and maybe that somewhere is in a Denver nightclub that plays house techno and charges $10 for a terrible vodka soda.
7. Keeping in touch with people gets harder as you get older. I’m not even old and I’ve already begun to experience losing touch with friends. I know that it’s human nature to let things and people go by the way side as life continues to happen, but it is really unfortunate in the big picture. One of my favorite quotes/statements is the Holstee Manifesto (see below), that ends “Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them”. So why do we feel it’s ok to lose contact with someone we were once close with just because we are busy? I am not following what I am preaching right now, as I can think of about 25 people whom I’ve lost touch with for no apparent reason. So I guess the lesson here is keep in touch with those who are or once were important to you. You can never have too many friends or loved ones, so keep them as close as possible, because it only gets harder from here.
8. Not everyone agrees with you/me. It’s hard to believe, I know. People have different opinions that you, and there is a time and place for certain discussions. I’ve come to realize over the past month that a lot of people (me) do not have a filter or block on the appropriate time or place for specific behavior. Religious blasphemy is a little rough to take from the barista at 7:30 am on a Thursday. People don’t like that. Not everyone thinks abortion and baby jokes are funny from the girl standing behind you in line at the bar. It’s not as funny as you’d think. This realization comes in part with the idea that my view is clearly not the only nor the most accepted view, and respecting other’s opinions is vital. This ties in with the TPM etiquette of White Girl Problem statements. All play a role in opening social communication and public discourse, but should not come at the cost of getting slapped or beat up. Yes, those situations above happened to me personally. No, I haven’t gotten beat up. Yet? Lesson learned: we might live in America, but that does not mean we can destroy people with our diction.
9. Having a “type” is a complete waste of time. Everyone has that perfect someone in mind that is used as the basis for judging a potential significant other. Any flaw or difference in the real person is a total strike against them because they are not what you had in mind. This “type” may have been formed by former lovers or maybe even a celebrity, and is the only acceptable dating option. But guess what? Having a type is like chasing a unicorn. It’s not going to happen. Now, I’m not saying you should settle for the next bro that lands a pick up line on you at the bar. I am simply recommending to be more open-minded and less controlling of potential lovers. I am so guilty of having a unicorn-esque type that is a cross between Ryan Gosling and Anderson Cooper, but I am slowly learning to let it go. Lesson: Find someone that makes you happy, and go with it. Say yes more than no. Try and fail. Forget your expectations and let fate take over. You’ll thank me later.
10. Public nudity is not socially acceptable. I’m kidding. I didn’t learn this lesson this month. I already know it’s frowned upon in the lower 48 states. I just couldn’t think of a 10th lesson. I am seriously considering becoming a nudist though. It sounds so free and unbinding.
I hope you enjoyed my life lessons of this month. I certainly enjoyed living and learning them. K bai i love you.
I know many of you have been simply unable to get on with your life without my posts last week. For this, I truly and utterly apologize (heavy sarcasm). I am now gainfully employed and sucked dry of any spare time and/or mental ability to function outside of school or work. Waaaaah (sympathy, sympathy, tear, tear. I live a rough life.)
Which brings me to the topic of today: White Girl Problems. That’s right, problems white girls have that are so trivial and irrelevant to real problems they are laughable and embarrassing. White Girl Problems started from a ridiculous fashion/pop-culture Twitter from unknown authors, and has inevitably become a part of our culture. We complain, pout, and sulk over non-issues in our daily lives, things that have no true impact but are rather just inconvenient. They are non-issues that suddenly become issues because we make them issues. They are literally EVERYWHERE. Obviously, other races and cultures have created their own version of the White Girl Problems which seem to follow and uphold the stereotype quite well. Black Girl Problems, White Boy Problems, Muslim Girl Problems, etc. etc, etc. Thus, these minute issues are not just for white girls in the suburbs, they are for anyone and everyone living in the First World.
You might have a white girl problem if you nod your head to one or more of the options/reactions below:
– you are having trouble figuring out which animal ears to wear with your slutty black dress for Halloween = getting too drunk to care
– you have to wait an entire week for your online shopping to arrive at your doorstep = you calling the company 132894 times to see where the eff your order is.
– you are wearing the same lululemon outfit as the girl next to you in yoga class = you trying to out-do this impostor in every pose and giving her the stink eye on the way out of class
– your sports team of choice just made a terrible play = kicking your dog (yes, even a puppy)
– your iPhone is 3G instead of 4S (or whatever the eff) = you secretly texting so no one see’s your outdated software and then crying to your daddy to get you the new one
– you were just tagged in a hideous picture on Facebook = untagging, un-friending, and then getting even with a picture of her passed out in a kitty costume from last Halloween
– you received 2% milk in your Venti skinny latte = pitching a fit and thinking everyone is out to make you fat
– you were cheated on = you not loving again and severely stalking him for the next 6-8 months
– you get paid minimum wage to stand at a counter and greet people = UGH slavery laws are real, why can’t I be unemployed too?!
Im am certainly guilty of getting completely and irrationally worked up about these issues. I mean, this is America, we get what we want when we want it. But the other day when I was catching up on my NYT news on my break from my super hard life as a college student/barista and sipping a drink that was NOT made to my standards, I started processing the stories of terrible violence and instability in the rest of the world. Thousands of people are killed each day, thousands more are homeless and living in complete poverty. People work in sweatshops for 16 hours a day, and I complain about an 8-hour day of higher education when I come home to my cozy little bed with a glass of wine? Really? Everyone has had this realization at some point, but perhaps failed to realize it. It’s like when someone asks how you are, you reply: “terrible! I just saw my ex-boyfriend making out with some 16 year old girl. This is the worst day ever! But how are you?”. They respond with something like: “I’m fine. I just found out both of my parents were savagely kidnapped by Unicorns and my house burnt down last night.” Obviously a hypothetical situation, but you get the point. There will always be someone with a worse day than yours. It’s the way we react to our situations and life speed-bumps that changes the gravity.
True Life: we all have our problems. But in reality, our 1st world problems truly don’t matter in the scheme of life. Someone will always be having a worse day than you, so feeling sorry for yourself because you were dumped or your shoes came late in the main does no one any good. The world will continue to spin if your latte has too much foam and your phone is outdated. So, dear reader, start calling YOURSELF out on your White Girl Problems. It’s healthy. It’s a level of self-awareness that everyone needs. It’s about being able to make fun and laugh at yourself. Acknowledge how worked up you get over silly little predicaments and realize how privileged you are to even have these problems. This might be a metaphorical slap in the face right now, and I will take full responsibility. But a rough reality is the first step to something greater. The more White Girl Problems you call yourself out on, the less worked up you will get and the more you will start to put things into perspective. Throw on those rose colored glasses and see the bright side of these childish issues 🙂
On a lighter note, I’ve coined the term, “White Girl Drunk”: the act of getting college-girl drunk via binge drinking cheap grain vodka on a busy street or alley. Usually proceeding sluttily dancing on a bar or table with your hands over your head and singing lyrics that sound like a baby bunny is being murdered. And yes, I am guilty and did coin this term while getting White Girl Drunk this weekend, Thank you college.
My light and love to yours. Namaste friends.