Okay, so I’ve been into trying new things and personal growth lately. I’ve decided to do something radically different and actually post a happy blog. It won’t be as entertaining as my usual bitter-ray-of-sunshine revelations, but happiness is a new existence for me. (Also supports my theory that the best albums are those written by heartbroken musicians). Don’t worry, I will still continue my usual writings, but a few rays of genuine sunshine may poke through occasionally. Ever hear the expression “the only way to go from here is up?” Well I’ve been in “the only place to go from here is happy.” This is my naked portrayal of the process. To my muse: I promised I would post this, here you are. Thank you.
Signs Things Are Getting Better
Daydreaming becomes not having to create dreams but just reliving the previous day.
Music again holds a strong meaning. Not as a way to survive, but a way to celebrate.
Before I felt like I couldn’t breathe, now I bask in delicious gulps of air-so much I feel lightheaded.
Instead of the nagging thoughts keeping me up, it’s excitement, laughter, and good times.
Instead of numbly floating through the day, everything warrants appreciation and has meaning.
Every day is a celebration.
I wonder why my face hurts and I realize it’s because I’ve been smiling all day.
My friends and family no longer worry if I don’t immediately answer calls and emails-they now see it as a good sign.
I look forward to going home, putting the Ipod on, and daydreaming.
Love songs no longer cause abuse to my radio.
I’ve become a bit of a restless daredevil-wanting to see all aspects of life and take risks.
My long lost friend Sleep made a reappearance.
Now that I can sleep, I don’t want to miss a second of being awake.
Restlessness is a curse. Why sit still when you can go out and live?
I can now get fully dressed and ready (in nice clothes, not yoga pants) in 30 minutes...if another person wants to see me.
I haven’t worn yoga pants regularly in a month.
Heaters are no longer necessary. ;-)
It’s harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning but for good reasons.
Bridal commercials no longer cause two days of resentment and a need of yoga. Instead they inspire a kind of morbid curiosity.
When my friends get married, instead of feeling worried or sorry for them, I’m genuinely happy for them.
When I can stand to let people in enough to know what city I live in.
Throwing caution to the wind.
When I break all my regular habits...on my own.
People continuously say that I’m glowing and I wonder if I’ve turned into a glowworm.
Everything is like the first time, and I can remember the thrills before the lessons learned.
I once again toy with the idea that things could work out someday. Even for me.
I don’t have to meticulously plan the future because I am happy with today.
I actually genuinely smile and laugh out loud.
I don’t have to fake happiness.
I’m ready to take on the world again.
I feel alive. I am alive.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
More Dating Mistakes
Yep, more dating mistakes. These are ones I’ve experienced personally. Really.
1. Talking to me once doesn’t give you the right to call me baby and say you know me
2. Never ask a woman her height or age, especially on the first date.
3. On a first date, never ask if a woman is on birth control, just so you “won’t have to worry about it later.” Don’t worry about it, it’s never going to happen.
4. Never brag about all the people you’ve slept with. It doesn’t make me want to sleep with you. Instead, I get the compulsion to take a scalding hot shower and get a shot of penicillin.
5. Remember: “The truth will out.”
6. Okay, guys. Don’t bother lying. You always forget the lie and its details. And I have an impressive memory.
7. Never contact the other person’s family members via Facebook stalking when things don’t work out. It’s creepy, pathetic, and stalker-ish.
8. Does it really matter how much money I make? Does my paying my own rent emasculate you?
9. Just because I’m female doesn’t mean that I will automatically cook for you or have your children.
10. Pay attention to what your date is talking about. Otherwise I’m going to start talking about Taco Bell and spoons and see how long it takes for you to notice.
11. Don't start with the "I want to marry you" after knowing the person for two hours. It reminds me of Stephen King's "Misery.' I'd like to keep my feet attached to my legs, thank you very much.
12. I don’t care if the girl walking by has a nice rack. I really don’t.
13. Don’t pretend to be an expert on something you’re not. It tempts me to make stuff up, which you will later repeat and sound like an idiot.
14. Don’t mention your preference for blondes when on a date with a brunette.
15. I don’t want to hear about your Asian fetish. I’m not Asian, so it doesn’t concern me.
16. No means no. It also means I will throw you across a coffee table.
I’m sure I will have several “Don’t do this on a date” posts to come. People continue to astound me, but at least it makes life interesting.
Thank you.
1. Talking to me once doesn’t give you the right to call me baby and say you know me
2. Never ask a woman her height or age, especially on the first date.
3. On a first date, never ask if a woman is on birth control, just so you “won’t have to worry about it later.” Don’t worry about it, it’s never going to happen.
4. Never brag about all the people you’ve slept with. It doesn’t make me want to sleep with you. Instead, I get the compulsion to take a scalding hot shower and get a shot of penicillin.
5. Remember: “The truth will out.”
6. Okay, guys. Don’t bother lying. You always forget the lie and its details. And I have an impressive memory.
7. Never contact the other person’s family members via Facebook stalking when things don’t work out. It’s creepy, pathetic, and stalker-ish.
8. Does it really matter how much money I make? Does my paying my own rent emasculate you?
9. Just because I’m female doesn’t mean that I will automatically cook for you or have your children.
10. Pay attention to what your date is talking about. Otherwise I’m going to start talking about Taco Bell and spoons and see how long it takes for you to notice.
11. Don't start with the "I want to marry you" after knowing the person for two hours. It reminds me of Stephen King's "Misery.' I'd like to keep my feet attached to my legs, thank you very much.
12. I don’t care if the girl walking by has a nice rack. I really don’t.
13. Don’t pretend to be an expert on something you’re not. It tempts me to make stuff up, which you will later repeat and sound like an idiot.
14. Don’t mention your preference for blondes when on a date with a brunette.
15. I don’t want to hear about your Asian fetish. I’m not Asian, so it doesn’t concern me.
16. No means no. It also means I will throw you across a coffee table.
I’m sure I will have several “Don’t do this on a date” posts to come. People continue to astound me, but at least it makes life interesting.
Thank you.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Price of a Master's Degree
Monetarily speaking, my Master’s degree didn’t really cost so much since I earned almost a free ride with academic scholarships. But I had to pay in so many other ways. And I paid.
First and foremost is the physical toll. Of course stress works wonders, but so does sitting bent over books in hard plastic chairs for hours and hours. I am now undergoing hours and hours of yoga to straighten my neck back out. For a while I thought that I had hindered my eyesight because after reading microfilm for days, I lost the ability to focus on things far away.
Speaking of stress, did you know consistent heightened stress lowers your immune system’s effectiveness at combating illness? I promptly got sick a few days before due dates and finals week every single semester. And then there was the semester I had the flu twice (nearly literally dying) when I dragged myself in pj’s, with blanket and tissue box, to class every night. Thanks to the swine flu, most classes now make allowances for sick days.
Aside from regular illness, stress also has odd effects on the body. I developed skin rashes, as did several of my classmates. My favorite was the tension headaches, which would leave me completely blind or without peripheral vision for hours.
Like sleep? Then turn the heat on the fry grease because college is not for you. At times, sleep deprivation reaches a point where some people wonder if you’re drunk, while your professors admire your work. I also discovered I can stay up exactly three day before passing out.
Think being a student isn’t a dangerous occupation? Sure, it’s not like being a police officer (unless you went to Virginia Tech a few years ago) but driving while sleep deprived gets pretty extreme. There’s also walking across campus dodging those riding bikes while reading and holding onto their Starbucks addiction. And oh the infected papercuts.
It is during graduate school that I truly discovered who my real friends were…fellow sick and injured students. Any existence of a social life disappears with the first class. Those who don’t attend school usually only last a month before they accuse you of ignoring them and cut contact. That’s okay-they weren’t able to keep up with your conversations anymore. Social time becomes the five seconds of conversation before and after class. Or the silence of five people studying at the same table. Facebook becomes the only way friends and family know you’re still alive. Yay human contact. But only will another student be able to walk in a room where someone is screaming and pulling their hair out and know nothing is wrong-there’s just a due date. One also becomes a hermit, telling other people they are dead until a certain due date. Or, I don’t exist unless there’s a fire, and it’s getting close but I still have time to grab my research.
So then comes the time you pass your finals and you have your degree. Time for a happy dance. Think your hard times and sacrifice is over? Think again.
Once you go out into the world, looking for that dream job, you find that there are no jobs. As the Ramen reserves run low, you then get desperate and look for any job. Proud as can be, you list “Master of Arts” at the top of your resume. And hear the should-be-illegal-phrase “you’re overqualified.” Jobs don’t want you because they think you want to take over or will want higher pay. I wish someone would tell those managers that educated people need to eat too. So, to survive, you leave off that degree you worked so hard for. Now you have a job you hate while you search for something better. (Welcome to Walmart, get your shit and get out).
Now that you’re done with the thesis, classes, and late night writing, time for a social life! Even that will be different. Most of your fellow classmates will either be in school and too busy or will have moved away. Try speaking to non-school people now. Your well polished articulation will have them staring at you like you have lobsters crawling out of your ears.
And as for dating, forget it. If you’re male, you instantly become a magnet for lazy directionless women looking for someone to support them and their many kids. If you’re female, mark your towels “Hers” and “Hers.” If single, try going on a date. Everything goes fine until he hears keywords, like college, education, Masters, thesis, etc. Men don’t like intellectual competition, which really narrows the fish in the ocean, unless you’re into lame sea cucumbers.
Speaking of lame sea cucumbers, if you were in a relationship during school, it will change too. The man that once made you hot chocolate during homework and bragged about your achievements will feel threatened. His friends will ridicule him for being the “lesser.” And he will change. All that time killing yourself to get through school quickly to be together and he’ll repay you by abandoning you the first second after graduation.
Oh the price of education. So why do we go to college and make these sacrifices? It makes us better people and helps bring an end to the mass hordes of “stupid Americans.” It gives us better jobs and a higher sense of purpose. There are many benefits from financial to cultural. Life lessons learned during this time are often the best and most important lessons of our lives. It’s the time you make your own choices and take charge of your own life. And besides, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Thank you.
First and foremost is the physical toll. Of course stress works wonders, but so does sitting bent over books in hard plastic chairs for hours and hours. I am now undergoing hours and hours of yoga to straighten my neck back out. For a while I thought that I had hindered my eyesight because after reading microfilm for days, I lost the ability to focus on things far away.
Speaking of stress, did you know consistent heightened stress lowers your immune system’s effectiveness at combating illness? I promptly got sick a few days before due dates and finals week every single semester. And then there was the semester I had the flu twice (nearly literally dying) when I dragged myself in pj’s, with blanket and tissue box, to class every night. Thanks to the swine flu, most classes now make allowances for sick days.
Aside from regular illness, stress also has odd effects on the body. I developed skin rashes, as did several of my classmates. My favorite was the tension headaches, which would leave me completely blind or without peripheral vision for hours.
Like sleep? Then turn the heat on the fry grease because college is not for you. At times, sleep deprivation reaches a point where some people wonder if you’re drunk, while your professors admire your work. I also discovered I can stay up exactly three day before passing out.
Think being a student isn’t a dangerous occupation? Sure, it’s not like being a police officer (unless you went to Virginia Tech a few years ago) but driving while sleep deprived gets pretty extreme. There’s also walking across campus dodging those riding bikes while reading and holding onto their Starbucks addiction. And oh the infected papercuts.
It is during graduate school that I truly discovered who my real friends were…fellow sick and injured students. Any existence of a social life disappears with the first class. Those who don’t attend school usually only last a month before they accuse you of ignoring them and cut contact. That’s okay-they weren’t able to keep up with your conversations anymore. Social time becomes the five seconds of conversation before and after class. Or the silence of five people studying at the same table. Facebook becomes the only way friends and family know you’re still alive. Yay human contact. But only will another student be able to walk in a room where someone is screaming and pulling their hair out and know nothing is wrong-there’s just a due date. One also becomes a hermit, telling other people they are dead until a certain due date. Or, I don’t exist unless there’s a fire, and it’s getting close but I still have time to grab my research.
So then comes the time you pass your finals and you have your degree. Time for a happy dance. Think your hard times and sacrifice is over? Think again.
Once you go out into the world, looking for that dream job, you find that there are no jobs. As the Ramen reserves run low, you then get desperate and look for any job. Proud as can be, you list “Master of Arts” at the top of your resume. And hear the should-be-illegal-phrase “you’re overqualified.” Jobs don’t want you because they think you want to take over or will want higher pay. I wish someone would tell those managers that educated people need to eat too. So, to survive, you leave off that degree you worked so hard for. Now you have a job you hate while you search for something better. (Welcome to Walmart, get your shit and get out).
Now that you’re done with the thesis, classes, and late night writing, time for a social life! Even that will be different. Most of your fellow classmates will either be in school and too busy or will have moved away. Try speaking to non-school people now. Your well polished articulation will have them staring at you like you have lobsters crawling out of your ears.
And as for dating, forget it. If you’re male, you instantly become a magnet for lazy directionless women looking for someone to support them and their many kids. If you’re female, mark your towels “Hers” and “Hers.” If single, try going on a date. Everything goes fine until he hears keywords, like college, education, Masters, thesis, etc. Men don’t like intellectual competition, which really narrows the fish in the ocean, unless you’re into lame sea cucumbers.
Speaking of lame sea cucumbers, if you were in a relationship during school, it will change too. The man that once made you hot chocolate during homework and bragged about your achievements will feel threatened. His friends will ridicule him for being the “lesser.” And he will change. All that time killing yourself to get through school quickly to be together and he’ll repay you by abandoning you the first second after graduation.
Oh the price of education. So why do we go to college and make these sacrifices? It makes us better people and helps bring an end to the mass hordes of “stupid Americans.” It gives us better jobs and a higher sense of purpose. There are many benefits from financial to cultural. Life lessons learned during this time are often the best and most important lessons of our lives. It’s the time you make your own choices and take charge of your own life. And besides, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Thank you.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Art of Peacocking
Many people praise humankind as the most evolved and sophisticated life form on this planet. Always doubtful of that statement, this last weekend I received further affirmation that we really haven’t evolved as much as some would like to think, especially when it comes to modern day mating rituals. Welcome to the art of peacocking.
When in a social atmosphere of mixed genders, typically the men and women separate. As attraction occurs, the reversal of evolution ensues.
When women go to a club with a group of friends, they mostly just want to dance. Can we do that without a bodyguard? No. And I’ll tell you why.
As women are enjoying themselves together on the dance floor, the men start to gather and surround the area. They get this determined look, like they are selecting which type of TapOut or Affliction shirt to purchase, or which Axe man-spray they can marinate in. Many change their stance. (I call this the man-stand). They cross their arms to have that oh-so-careless look while checking that they can flex their biceps. (For a good example-think of Uncle Rico on Napoleon Dynamite.)
As they hover like lions gazing at nearby gazelle’s, they analyze each woman. Slowly. Once they’ve made their selection, they stare for a while more. Then they make their move. Cleverly, they sneak up behind their prey, and just start dancing behind them. After the woman is aware of the male’s presence, or is just trying to ignore the creepy guy hoping that he’ll go away, the guy grabs her by the hips and starts to grind. Either he attacks her from behind where she can’t get away unassisted, or he assaults her from the front, looking intense-like that will make her realize what a studly guy she has.
To get out of this really awkward and disgusting situation, a woman has to either tactically dance/maneuver between two friends and hope the guy can take a hint, cleverly assault his manlihood, or what I recommend, having a personal bodyguard (i.e. good friend) step in.
The presence of competition also inspires primal actions, and is where the name “peacocking” comes from. Upon accessing competition, whether it be from fellow single males or an apparent boyfriend/bodyguard, the men start to puff out their chests, walk with a swagger, (constipated penguin) and flex their arm muscles. This is similar to how males peacocks puff out their tail feathers to attract females and warn other males. How our species has come so far.
So, for the educational portion of this blog: listen up guys. Peacocking is not a good game plan. Staring at me like a stalker while I have a good time with friends doesn’t make me like you. Grabbing me and assaulting me with your denim happy boy parts doesn’t make me like you. Threatening a male friend/boyfriend doesn’t make me like you. Lastly, watching yourself flex, puffing your chest out, and walking like a constipated penguin doesn’t make me like you. In closing, for those peacocks out there, I don’t like you.
Thank you.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Things I Learned in Apartmentland
1. Orange juice tastes better in a margarita glass
2. Post office shipping boxes make great coffee tables
3. Bathrooms are the communication place for your neighbors
4. Singing makes your neighbors believe you have a loud radio
5. Couches fit perfectly over fireplaces
6. Washing machines never fit through the door of the laundry room
7. Cable outlets will be in the worst spot ever
8. Cable installation people just don’t give a damn
9. Make sure blinds are closed before undressing
10. I hate cooking but the kitchen is my favorite place
11. Don’t adjust the shower head while showering
12. Neighbors are vampires-they only come out at night
13. Forget diamonds…bath towels are a girl’s best friend
14. How awesome people are that offered to help me move
15. That without a dining room table I wander the apartment while eating
16. How many things can, will, and did go wrong
17. Taco Bell sauce fits perfectly in my silverware organizer
18. I don’t quite know what to do with myself
19. OCD increases exponentially with empty space and independence
20. It’s difficult to buy food for one person because there are no single people left on the planet
21. Old microwaves cause spontaneous combustion in potatoes
22. Washing machines dance and do a great impression of the plant from Little Pet Shop of Horrors
23. Lastly, true independence should be experienced by every person at least once in their life.
2. Post office shipping boxes make great coffee tables
3. Bathrooms are the communication place for your neighbors
4. Singing makes your neighbors believe you have a loud radio
5. Couches fit perfectly over fireplaces
6. Washing machines never fit through the door of the laundry room
7. Cable outlets will be in the worst spot ever
8. Cable installation people just don’t give a damn
9. Make sure blinds are closed before undressing
10. I hate cooking but the kitchen is my favorite place
11. Don’t adjust the shower head while showering
12. Neighbors are vampires-they only come out at night
13. Forget diamonds…bath towels are a girl’s best friend
14. How awesome people are that offered to help me move
15. That without a dining room table I wander the apartment while eating
16. How many things can, will, and did go wrong
17. Taco Bell sauce fits perfectly in my silverware organizer
18. I don’t quite know what to do with myself
19. OCD increases exponentially with empty space and independence
20. It’s difficult to buy food for one person because there are no single people left on the planet
21. Old microwaves cause spontaneous combustion in potatoes
22. Washing machines dance and do a great impression of the plant from Little Pet Shop of Horrors
23. Lastly, true independence should be experienced by every person at least once in their life.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Common Dating Mistakes...Urgh
I always smile at websites or magazines that offer dating advice because I always believe they are commonsense issues that surely every adult person knows. Apparently not. So here is Tabby’s list of dating blunders.
1. Overly possessive.
Ok, it’s cute that you are excited to be with us but we are not property. You can’t brand us like cattle. If we are with you, we obviously want to be. There’s no need to call every five minutes, leave ten messages, and resort to extreme PDA and chest pounding in public. In simple terms: creepy, possessive, smothering, and jealousy bad!!
2. Oooh, you’re so scary
I get it, muscles and testosterone. There’s no need to start unnecessary fights, puff your chest out and walk with a swagger. It just makes me think of a gorilla. And am I attracted to gorillas? No.
3. No follow through
This one is very simple. When you say you’re going to do something, do it. This is one of the most common mistakes.
4. Expecting her to act like your mother
Some people are just nurturing creatures. Many will take advantage of that kindness, especially with cohabitation. I am not a mommy replacement so make your own damn sandwich.
5. Friends dictate your life
Your bros, wingmen, buddies, etc are important to you. I get it. But do they need to run your life? They are not relationship experts and most of them probably have never had one. Make your own decisions like you have a brain.
6. The threat of success
The best way to test a man’s commitment isn’t to gauge his reaction during a traumatic event. Check his reaction in the face of success. Anyone can deliver ice cream and make French fries, but many men feel threatened by his girlfriend’s success. Just because you’re a loser doesn’t mean I have to be.
7. Hypocritical standards
Adhere to your standards. What is okay for you should be okay for the other person. And remember what standards you set, because I will.
8. Not having your own life
Scientifically speaking, in the first six months of dating, dopamine and serotonin levels peak, creating a form of obsession with your significant other. Once you transition out of this phase, you feel attached to your partner deeply, but often begin pursuing interests that have fallen by the wayside. Just don't forget the step where you start persuing those other interests. Nobody likes a needy person or needs seran wrap.
14. Constantly bringing up the ex-factor
Talking about an ex a lot, regardless if positive or negative, sends the message the person is not over him/her. And unless you are looking to start WWIII, bringing up an ex in an argument as ammo is a very bad idea.
15. Treating others poorly
When dating, being rude to another person is a huge red flag. It isn’t impressive; I just think you’re a narcissistic psycho.
16. Inflated ego: Superman complex
While Superman may seem impressive, you are not him. When bragging about a big game or conquest, I wonder what he’s compensating for. When men get it into their heads they are an all important king, I get the strongest urge to prove otherwise.
17. Talk to me, not at me
When speaking, have a conversation. Don’t verbally kidnap the other person. They are an intelligent person and can understand verbal communication. Don’t talk to me like I’m five.
Lastly, stop enabling! They do this because we put up with it! If they couldn’t get a date, maybe, just maybe, that would make them question themselves.
Thank you.
1. Overly possessive.
Ok, it’s cute that you are excited to be with us but we are not property. You can’t brand us like cattle. If we are with you, we obviously want to be. There’s no need to call every five minutes, leave ten messages, and resort to extreme PDA and chest pounding in public. In simple terms: creepy, possessive, smothering, and jealousy bad!!
2. Oooh, you’re so scary
I get it, muscles and testosterone. There’s no need to start unnecessary fights, puff your chest out and walk with a swagger. It just makes me think of a gorilla. And am I attracted to gorillas? No.
3. No follow through
This one is very simple. When you say you’re going to do something, do it. This is one of the most common mistakes.
4. Expecting her to act like your mother
Some people are just nurturing creatures. Many will take advantage of that kindness, especially with cohabitation. I am not a mommy replacement so make your own damn sandwich.
5. Friends dictate your life
Your bros, wingmen, buddies, etc are important to you. I get it. But do they need to run your life? They are not relationship experts and most of them probably have never had one. Make your own decisions like you have a brain.
6. The threat of success
The best way to test a man’s commitment isn’t to gauge his reaction during a traumatic event. Check his reaction in the face of success. Anyone can deliver ice cream and make French fries, but many men feel threatened by his girlfriend’s success. Just because you’re a loser doesn’t mean I have to be.
7. Hypocritical standards
Adhere to your standards. What is okay for you should be okay for the other person. And remember what standards you set, because I will.
8. Not having your own life
Scientifically speaking, in the first six months of dating, dopamine and serotonin levels peak, creating a form of obsession with your significant other. Once you transition out of this phase, you feel attached to your partner deeply, but often begin pursuing interests that have fallen by the wayside. Just don't forget the step where you start persuing those other interests. Nobody likes a needy person or needs seran wrap.
14. Constantly bringing up the ex-factor
Talking about an ex a lot, regardless if positive or negative, sends the message the person is not over him/her. And unless you are looking to start WWIII, bringing up an ex in an argument as ammo is a very bad idea.
15. Treating others poorly
When dating, being rude to another person is a huge red flag. It isn’t impressive; I just think you’re a narcissistic psycho.
16. Inflated ego: Superman complex
While Superman may seem impressive, you are not him. When bragging about a big game or conquest, I wonder what he’s compensating for. When men get it into their heads they are an all important king, I get the strongest urge to prove otherwise.
17. Talk to me, not at me
When speaking, have a conversation. Don’t verbally kidnap the other person. They are an intelligent person and can understand verbal communication. Don’t talk to me like I’m five.
Lastly, stop enabling! They do this because we put up with it! If they couldn’t get a date, maybe, just maybe, that would make them question themselves.
Thank you.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
The Danger of Education
This first blog serves as an overview of future rants.
When you start college, you are told of the numerous things you will take away from the experience. Greater intelligence, career opportunities, a resulting better lifestyle, and lifelong friends. No one ever mentions the other side effects.
I now find myself less tolerant of uneducated people. And by that, I do not necessarily mean people who did not go to college, although that tends to be the pattern. I mean those people who are unintelligent and have no desire to change that status. Those who believe everything they are told, whether it is from another uninformed person, or a common source of our society’s ignorance: local news, extremist groups, “Christian” missions, or the military. Offended yet? Keep reading.
The more education a person gets, the more difficult dating becomes. As a female, being intelligent instantly makes me less attractive. Although it is really fun to use multiple syllable words with an idiot to see if they pretend to know what’s going on or if they just look confused. Educated men are also instantly targeted by every surrounding woman who needs a baby daddy or someone to further their life dream of not working and watching daytime soaps.
Finding a job becomes more difficult. While in high school or during college, we work the worst jobs in fast food and retail, which are easy to obtain. After gaining an education, with the excitement that we will no longer be working late nights with vats of grease or biting animals, we find unemployment a lifestyle in hearing the dreaded phrase “you’re overqualified.”
After college, one realizes how the social life has suffered. You lost contact with high school friends after the majority of them hate you for never being around due to this unknown world of classes, tests, and responsibility. After college, you find these friends are on their sixth kid and on welfare or working a dead-end job.
I am not advocating for people not to go to college. I believe it should almost be a requirement. College serves as the catalyst for life changes for many people. Most, like me, may not be aware of these changes.
Thank you.
When you start college, you are told of the numerous things you will take away from the experience. Greater intelligence, career opportunities, a resulting better lifestyle, and lifelong friends. No one ever mentions the other side effects.
I now find myself less tolerant of uneducated people. And by that, I do not necessarily mean people who did not go to college, although that tends to be the pattern. I mean those people who are unintelligent and have no desire to change that status. Those who believe everything they are told, whether it is from another uninformed person, or a common source of our society’s ignorance: local news, extremist groups, “Christian” missions, or the military. Offended yet? Keep reading.
The more education a person gets, the more difficult dating becomes. As a female, being intelligent instantly makes me less attractive. Although it is really fun to use multiple syllable words with an idiot to see if they pretend to know what’s going on or if they just look confused. Educated men are also instantly targeted by every surrounding woman who needs a baby daddy or someone to further their life dream of not working and watching daytime soaps.
Finding a job becomes more difficult. While in high school or during college, we work the worst jobs in fast food and retail, which are easy to obtain. After gaining an education, with the excitement that we will no longer be working late nights with vats of grease or biting animals, we find unemployment a lifestyle in hearing the dreaded phrase “you’re overqualified.”
After college, one realizes how the social life has suffered. You lost contact with high school friends after the majority of them hate you for never being around due to this unknown world of classes, tests, and responsibility. After college, you find these friends are on their sixth kid and on welfare or working a dead-end job.
I am not advocating for people not to go to college. I believe it should almost be a requirement. College serves as the catalyst for life changes for many people. Most, like me, may not be aware of these changes.
Thank you.
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