It isn’t until you fully register what it is, that your decisions become easier to make. And your thought process begins to evolve around bettering yourself.
Last night I finally got to see one of my favorite people on this planet.
We don’t get to see eachother as much as we’d like. And by as much “as we’d like”… I mean, maybe once a month. Because we are so busy and live pretty far from eachother. But I swear. This is the only girl I will cook crepes for, eat frozen yogurt for breakfast with, allow insults from without being insulted, and greet with the ugliest face possible.
Who has the privilege to call or text me at any and all hours of the day even if it is 3am. Who agrees with me and if not agrees to disagree with me. Who has seen me at my worst and at my absolute best for 13 years. She gets a key to my house by default. I love you, you short shit!
(Taken with Instagram)
I think this is the first year where I don’t have a list of resolutions. I accomplished all of my goals in 2011. I have never been so surprised with myself. It’s quite something to do all the things that you never imagined yourself being able to do. To some extent, I still can’t process it through my brain. So… I can’t think of anything else that I want for myself. Or any goals I want for myself this year.
I think I can only think of one thing that I’m going to change. And it’s not a goal at all. But it is something I’m going to change about myself & my relationships with others. From now on, everyone else needs to take the initiative with me. It’s quite exhausting being the one who always tries to make sure everyone else is ok. And being the one who tries to always keep in touch, while not being appreciated. One can only try so much to save or maintain a relationship. As a relationship is a 2 way street. I will continue on with all the things that I started in January of 2011. But I will do so while being less concerned about everyone else. I’m a busy person. If you want to be in my life, you take the initiative. If you care about me that much, check up on me. If you have something to tell me, or something to ask me, do it. It’s not difficult. I’m not going to lose sleep or go out of my way for someone who wants to use me, or who doesn’t give a shit at all. No sympathy.
We are all in our mid 20’s. We are grown ass adults. No more time should be wasted. And yes, this is fair.
I believe that talking to someone with the intent of just getting at them is a waste of both their time and your time. And that it is also every generation’s biggest flaw.
I was trying to say “I’m forever grateful for having you in my life”…. But you get what I’m saying. It’s hard to find people like Shay. I’m lucky to have met her 13 years ago in English class. If my future significant other doesn’t get along with Shay… They will no longer be my significant other. Just saying.
Shay: Speaking of which. I think you’re over-due for a just because present. I think I’ll buy you one next payday. HAHAHA
Me: I hope your bank account glitches on payday. Or your bank has a software update and all the atms go down. BEEEYAYATCH!
Shay: Pffft. My bank account doesn’t watch porno so no glitches THERE. Mmm cheesecake sounds good.
Me: Hahaha! I hope whoever did that shit to my work computer fucking chokes on a steak. Cuz trying to do a job meant for 3 people, by myself, fucking suuucks.
Shay: Lol. Aww
Me: Fine then. May your paycheck be delivered late by the courier. And if that really does happen. May you not try to give me a paper cut after.
Shay: Lol. I’m going to send a rotten cheesecake to your face.
Me: No you’re not! Because you might possibly be the only person who loves cheesecake as much as me. Or maybe even more. And we don’t waste cheesecake. You better eat that shit before it goes bad. The day you let cheesecake rot, I will waste sushi and cry.
Shay: Oh. My. God. Nevermind. No rotten cheesecake. -__-
Me: I laughed so hard, that I think if for some reason I had a heart attack at this very moment.. I’d still be laughing. On the floor. And I’d die faster and not care.
Shay: Lol I like how we hurt eachother with food. Talk about fat ass.
