Going to the Chapel and We're...

Hello Listeners.

Recently, many of my friends have been getting engaged, married, and pregnant. Yes, this has been happening since I've arrived in college, but as I age, I realize that the people I hang with and love and call on a regular basis are finding their significant other a lot quicker than I remember.

I have been genuinely happy for all of my friends. I've rejoiced sincerely. I really feel great, but it does make me think about my own life.


As I was walking to my living space, humming "All By Myself" in my head, it hit me:

I think I've caught ring-by-spring-fever. Dang.

You may be wondering, "Why is this bad?" Well, first of all, I've always tried to avoid that stigma, as I've never felt that if I don't find my husband in college, he won't be found at all. On some subconscious level, I think I may feel bad that I've not an engagement ring on my hand...and that people kind of expect it from me by now.

Logically, I am not lonely, but alone. It really is a shame that more of us (myself included) don't appreciate this time in our lives. Think about it! This is probably going to be the most independent time of my life! It's like...for people who have regrets about not being married or having a significant other, it's like the ultimate forbidden fruit. It doesn't really matter what other trees are in the Garden of Singlehood; all we want is the Tree of Knowledge of Dating and Possible Marriage.

Hence, this is where the divide lies for me.

I have a feeling that, as with all phases of the heart, this too shall pass.
I've decided to be the Anti-Eve and not be tempted by the Forbidden Fruit and do the right thing this time. The rest of the Garden will have to do for now. :)

Keeping the Faith and Keeping it Real,

aM

She Was Only Nine...

Hello Listeners.

I'm sure you've all heard about the Tuscon, Arizona shootings by now. Anyway, despite the fact that all who died in this senseless tragedy lost their lives, the one victim that my heart still feels for would be the youngest one. Christina Taylor Green was nine years old, just on a visit to see government in action, when she was murdered by a man who would never hear about her dreams. She was killed by a man who didn't care about her future or her potential to do good in the world.

This isn't to belittle anyone else who was stolen from loved ones by this man. It's just...her story just makes my heart hurt just like the stories of those who lost their lives at Virginia Tech a few years ago.

One other thing that sticks out to me about all of this is the fame that the killer is getting. He has his own page on Wikipedia. He name now appears in Google searches automatically. People have probably seen his Youtube page more in the last month than in the last six. All he had to do was kill some people and put a woman in office in critical condition.

So, does that mean that if a person is too lazy to work towards fame, all they have to do is use a firearm so they can live in infamy?

It really isn't fair.

Her dreams are over, and his imfamy is just beginning.

It really breaks my heart, and my thoughts and prayers are with her family. Maybe one thing to remember is that loss is a reminder of how important life is. The people you see; the music you listen to; the things in life that make you happy and joyous and...free can't be taken for granted. So, live your life with purpose and reason and...joy.
If for no other reason, do it because Christina can't.

Keeping the Faith and Keeping it Real,

aM

I Hurt Myself Today....To See If I Could Feel...(Johnny Cash Version).

Hello Listeners.

I know it's been a while since I've last made an entry, but in all honesty, I really wasn't sure what to write about. Hey, Julie Powell's already blogged about cooking through Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Then it hit me.

I'm a writer, and I love when people read my stories.

Yes, this will do.

Now, here is why I decided to make an entry tonight.

I saw a picture of a person I know. For privacy's sake, I'm not going to tell you what they were doing (it was legal, trust me). When I saw it, though, it hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would. I actually didn't think it was going to hurt at all. It felt like a punch in the stomach...with a dagger...that twisted...

It hurt like high school.

It was then I decided to not seek out my friends' help. It isn't that I don't love them, because I really do. But I don't think a pat on the head was going to fix this one.

I decided to write it out and put on uplifting music. In situations like this, it's very easy to mope and cry and get incredibly depressed. But...not only do I not have the time for that, I can't let this break me because, for the most part, the end really isn't the end.

So, if you are reading this, and you're experiencing something that hurts like...getting roundhouse kicked in the face with a golf shoe, you aren't alone. Go to the Philbrook Museum. Visit the Dragonmoon Tea Company and have some Chocolate Croissant Bread Pudding. That's the best salve in my medicine bag I have. Here's some bread pudding on me.

I guess my reactions to things can hurt me. It's my choice to either add salve, let it fester and get infected, or pick away at the scab.

Keeping the Faith and Keeping it Real,

aM