Favorites

I love hearing about people's random, pointless preferences. I don't know what people's favorite colors or ice cream flavors really mean, but it feels important. Why do we even pick the thing in the first place? I really couldn't tell you why I prefer Raisinettes over any other candy. Sure, I can list reasons, but it's really just because I like them. Simple as that.

I'm pretty open-minded about people's favorites, except when it comes down to 2 things. I just can't wrap my head around why people are so gung-ho about them!

Number One: GMAIL

Seriously, I need someone to write me an essay about why the world loves GMAIL. I started using it when I needed a more professional email address, and I still don't like it. Hotmail is so much prettier and easier to use. (Yes, I know this Blogspot functions off of a GMAIL account. It's what I'm stuck with because I'm basically illiterate when it comes to technology.)

Number Two: Filming Concerts

Okay, so I know this isn't really a "favorite." But I know some girl somewhere has at least thought to herself "...this is the best thing I have ever filmed...they're my favorite..." while fan-girling over the hot guy in a band. Why don't people just enjoy the moment and dance to the music? The bright, shiny screens ruin the atmosphere. Plus, the acoustics and recordings are so bad, no one ever wants to listen to it again. It makes absolutely no sense to me. It's amazing how music can create a community in a gross club--live in it people!

At 25

This is the first time in my life that I didn't want to be a year older. I still can't think about the number 25. It freaks and stresses me out to no end.

This picture was taken right after my parents sang a duet version of "Happy Birthday" just so I could make an official wish. Fingers crossed it comes true this year!

I now have 4 pairs of jelly sandals (plus a broken pair I can't quite part with), and it brings me unceasing joy. P.S. This Avett Brother's song is the best reference to 90s footwear ever.

A shiny new credit card now sits in my wallet. Building a credit history was a grown up decision, but was only a side benefit of wanting to spend my savings on an international trip and not pay exorbitant foreign transaction fees. I'm counting it as a win.

Lately, I've been thinking that I should become a mademoiselle librarian or archivist.

Going to concerts by myself is no longer a "feat." If I want to hear something live, I'm going to go either way.

Random people have started to set me up on blind dates. This confuses me because none of the guys I actually know have asked me out. I'll probably write more on this later.

I have tried persimmons and Sweetos.

I've lost a lot of my flexibility--I can't do the middle splits that well anymore--but I can still do back-handsprings and a respectable number of push-ups.

I'm working on learning to say no and do what's best for me. It's really hard for me to not feel overwhelming guilt when I let people down in any way. It's not because I want them to be pleased with me; it's just that I feel bad that they have to deal with extra or feel anything negative. I've realized that I would do anything if I had the excuse of doing it for my husband or family, but I can't make the commitment to move or switch careers or make any real changes just for me. And that's not right or fair, especially because I have no idea what my future timeframes look like. I'm continually trying to convince myself that I can create my own life.

I think art is the fastest way to change people.

This year next year I plan to read the Feminine Mystique to refine my arguments against the movement.

Seriously! I can't believe I'm reaching the mid-twenties mark.