Katniss, Oh Katniss, do you like Nachos?

Obviously, I am not, by any means a fan of the Hunger Games series. The thought of a bunch of young people being chosen ‘at random’ by a bunch of old, elitist pricks does nothing for my already screwed up mental state. Regardless, I was enjoying a relaxing reading session when my sis-in-law decided that instead of reading (I mean really, who does that?), I should definitely watch Catching Fire with her. My polite decline went unnoticed. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be a fan of this series. But, the nachos I just made go beautifully with it. Mind you, I’m all for watching people get murdered in horrible ways-but can we do it comedically? I am anxious and confused as hell 92.7% of the day; convinced that something awful is about to happen, so I typically prefer the comedic route as far as movies are concerned so that I can watch awful shit happen in a funny way. But, who says my preference matters at all??? Tuh! Anyway, consider this my mini-vent. I’m gonna continue munching away while half ignoring the harshness of this awful movie. I used a couple more expletives than usual in this post but fuck it, I’m angry, and this blog is NOT about you.

When someone shows you who they really are…

RUN! Haha, just kidding. If they’re a great person, walk quickly in their direction and give em a hug. An awful person? Leave the conversation in mid sentence. Really, just walk off. It’ll leave the crappy person stumped for a long time, which will hopefully make them readjust their awful attitude. Just my suggestion.

Life has been moving at warp speed lately. How the hell have we gotten to March already? My excitement for the spring weather is causing me to run in circles around the house and it’s beginning to affect the carpet. I get excited so easily! Isn’t that a good thing, though? I’d like to think so. And, if you disagree, you’re obviously one of the people I mentioned earlier (which means that someone definitely needs to walk away from you mid convo. Seriously…douche).

I’m watching Pawn Stars and I’ve managed to convince myself that I own a few items that are worth thousands. I’ll probably end up on either Pawn Stars or Antiques Roadshow one of these days…hopefully. I can see the disdain on my wife’s face now and honestly, that’s what will make it all worth it lol.

There’s work that I should be doing, but I’m making the conscious decision to procrastinate because…well, I can. And what better way to do so than to blog about every insignificant thought running through my mind right now. Who says ADD is a bad thing??? I guess, the moral of this story (post) is that if you’re an awful person, a pessimist (or a realist, which also happens to be a pessimist because most of the time life sucks), or someone who just happens to be anti-Adderall (Really? REALLY???), none of that really matters to me, because this blog is NOT about you.

That’s What She Said…

I’m not crazy. I realize that a ton of crazy people make that exact statement, but really, I’m not crazy. I’m passionate. I’m intuitive. I’m spontaneous. Crazy, I am not. Relationships are tough for me, well, relationships are tough in general. When you throw two people together with different backgrounds, experiences, and opinions, hell is guaranteed to break loose. Relationships are an emotional roller coaster that usually end in someone getting thrown off (or out, depending on your living situation) and the ride is pretty cool while it lasts. You fly at high speeds toward some unimaginable goal with your hands in the air to simulate the freedom that you feel, then drop down into a dark valley and are left with your stomach in your throat, until you shoot back up again. Exhilarating, to say the least. But then, the ride ends, and you climb off; dizzied and disoriented, in search of another ride, hoping the line won’t be too long.

Relationships begin, end, and begin again depending on the whim of the participants. People enjoy trying out the different rides. Personally, I don’t mind roller coasters, but my favorite attraction at any theme park is the lazy river-marriage. You get comfy in a tube, stretch your legs, and relax in the sun while you float aimlessly around the park, watching the people get on and off the other attractions. There are slight dips here and there that throw you off balance, but sooner than later you’re back comfortably settled in the steady stream that is the lazy river. As eccentric as I am, the consistency of the river, as with the consistency of marriage relaxes me. 

My wife and I got married on a bit of a whim. Well, it may have seemed like a whim to her, but I knew I wanted to marry her by our second date (typical lesbian, lol). I think she’s amazing. Intelligent, caring, well-liked, all of the traits that matter in the person that you plan to spend the rest of your life with. I was more into roller coasters coming into our relationship, but the consistency of the river soon drew me in. Unfortunately, my previous love of roller coasters came back to haunt me in the worst way. Now, our tube has hit a divit (don’t they all? And right when you’ve began to nap!). I don’t like divits. They remind me too much of the coasters I moved away from. While many people have said that everything would be fine, and we’d maneuver around it, it’s only my wife that I believe (I mean, that’s obviously why I married her). So I’m writing this blog in order to distract myself from the divit, and focus more on the steady river ahead. 

Marriage is tough, but I’m tougher (that’s what she said). *sigh* They suck sometimes, but when they don’t suck, they’re really cool. And the cool part is worth all of the suckiness (I’d like to hope). If you disagree, it doesn’t matter, because this blog is NOT about you (or her, for that matter).