Such sad, yet funny, truths.
So, the Oscars were this past weekend, and the only things I can seem to remember about them are selfies and pizza. Oh those celebs, see they are just like us. Eyeroll. Of course they’re like us, they’re people, not statues forged out of pure gold.
The celebrity pedestal is one of those things that has always been there, though I’m not really sure why. Forget service men and women, or local heroes, or even figures who’ve shaped our existence, nope I’m going to idolize a person who played said people in a movie. It’s a sad thing when you really think about it, that famous celebrities are constantly getting our attention in the news, yet we overlook war, crisis, famine, death…the economy…the world.
But still, people are constantly looking for their 15 minutes of fame, or that one youtube video that will make them go viral (hate that word). It’s incredibly stupid. Obviously, fame has not been a good thing for many celebrities, aka check all of those child stars who grew up either crazy, locked up, or dead. Looks to be one of those ‘you want what you can’t have’ deals.
Hey, if that’s what you want, at least to some degree, then let me quote, if I may, Mizz Britney Spears: “You wanna live fancy, Live in a big mansion, Party in France, You better work bitch”.
‘Older you’ has accumulated a variety of friendships over the past twenty-some years. You may have groups of friends from elementary, middle, or high school. You may have the college group, former roommates, or grad school friends. You may even have longtime family friends, childhood buds, or a neighborhood gang. Granted, you may not speak to all of these groups on a regular basis, but they’re still somewhat present in your life.
It’s kind of hard to imagine having the same things in common as someone you were best friends with in kindergarten. Times change, people change, you change. You’ll have the people who are so stuck in the past that they only talk about high school related things, which was yearrrrrss ago now. Or, you’ll have people who haven’t really accomplished much since graduating college, so they think they’re still in college. Kegger, you say?
As we continue to grow older, the friendships we’ve maintained slowly begin to morph. The new friendships may now include fiancés, spouses, even itty bitty babies. While that somewhat creeps me out, and makes me not want to hang out with said friends because I am that person that still wishes we were young and in college, I’ve come to terms with it as best I can. It hasn’t been over-easy. That was awful, my mind is fried. I did it again. Ah.
I caved, and decided to try the tinder thing. It’s this ridiculous ‘dating’ app that lets you choose a significant other solely based on their facebook profile pictures. Shallow, yes. Not a great indicator of a future relationship, indeed. You either select x or <3 on the people ya fancy. You’ll only get to talk to people that you’ve been ‘matched’ with, rather someone hearted you and you hearted them. A match made in sweet, sweet tinder heaven.
There are a few key indicators that make one, aka me, select ‘x’ immediately. If a guy throws up a peace sign, x. If a guy takes a bathroom mirror selfie and the toilet is clearly in the background, x. If a guy has a profile picture of him and his wife at their wedding, x, and yes that really happens.
I suppose the app is intended to be like the bar scene. You’re surveying the crowd, eyeing ones you find attractive, then either going in for the kill or hiding behind a drink, or a friend. It’s simplified that approach by conveniently packaging all of the eligible singles in your area, or in some cases not-so-single-singles, for your viewing pleasure. It will either make you cringe or smile, ok mostly cringe, but hey, you’re future partner may just be a heart shaped click away. Woo, love.
I love the olympics. It’s a time for the world to come together. To watch our nations’ best compete for historical glory. To wear our country’s colors and cheer. It’s also a time where I think about how little I’ve done in life as I’m watching a 15 year-old skate for gold. Yup, there’s nothing like seeing children who’ve trained all of their lives for this moment to make me feel less accomplished in life.
You have to give all of the credit to these athletes. I mean, who decides at 4 years old that they want to slide face down an ice coated hill over 100mph with the threat of death looming. Seriously, skeleton is no joke. The name even sounds frightening. I can’t picture my small child self choosing that as the olympic sport of my dreams, but hey, more power to those that do.
I also love how in america we show so much national pride…but only every four years. In the meantime, we’re too busy complaining about our country rather than throwing on the red, white, and blue and belting out ‘born in the usa‘. ‘Murica, right? So, enjoy this time, and read the awesome news stories of our olympic hopefuls as they’ll soon be replaced by famous-for-no-reason celebrities and viral videos right after the olympics are over.
U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
“Seeing it all organized makes life feel like less of a mess. Sort of.”
So many truths.
Is something happening this week? I keep seeing endless amounts of jewelry commercials, shopping aisles lined with candy, and pink everywhere. Ohhh right, it must be time for the vday. You’re probably thinking I’m going for the clichéd single-girl-rant about how awful this day is…and you would be right.
No, not really. Just kidding. Why should one day of the year make single people feel badly about themselves? I feel badly for people in relationships all of the time. While said people are stressing over the perfect gift for their significant other, I’m relaxing in my pajamas. While people are contemplating where to go for a nice (crowded) restaurant for dinner, I’ve already picked the best place for take out. While people are going to be spending lots of money on drinks and champagne, I’m going to be spending lots of money on, well, drinks too.
And, no, I’m not bitter, not at all. Seriously, you can own your singleness and not be a mess on the inside. So, eat your chocolate from your parents, open that vday card from your grandma, and live it up. After all, you can do whatever you want.