Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Generation Y are we waiting?

I've noticed a trend in my friends and fellow peers - we're all just waiting. We're holding on to the carpe diem attitude - but it's for tomorrow. We are the most structured and imaginative generation to date. In terms of structure, we're reared to follow a path - school, college, job experience, money, balanced life, family. If someone veers off course they risk extreme disappointment or threat of missing one of these society-created grandiose milestones. And for women we worry about the timer we've self-imposed at each of the stations of life as if you stay too long you risk missing the next. Example: If a woman works hard,  she might make it to the "money" stage, but stay there basking in her dollars and career choices she forgoes a balanced life and family. May not be right - but it's what my ladies think.
For the imaginative - it's an effect of the MLK dream speech - we have a dream that one day BLANK... and you believe you can make it happen, but the drive and motivation to make it happen lacks in structure.
So you have a system of beliefs and beliefs without a system - and that's my generation.
This has resulted in a bunch of stressed and anxious individuals, a slump in cultural movement, we've been coined as the least active generation - generation y bother.
It's also created an ambitious group that has been told all their lives they can do and be whatever they want. Naturally, this creates a monster. We have lots of people thinking they are experts with two years experience and an untamed confidence that crashes when burned. Frankly, the only thing we are experts in is understand what we can be, but what does that do for everyone else who is living in the present? We're worried we won't make the right decision or we easily give in when different lines in the sand are drawn - but that's us and we'll run world some day soon, just not today but count on tomorrow.

Monday, May 23, 2011

A Girl Weekend

A girl moment - defined as being the point in time when a girl (or woman) digest information in a way that sometimes leads to an impractical line of reasoning.

So, you can imagine the amount of girl moments and unlicensed psychotherapy that endured over my mini girls get away to Connecticut. First there was a comparison of boys - who's the best, who sucks right now and who needs to get the boot (yes, honeys you were in the running for the best). Then there were the wine confessions. Basically we participated in all the things you imagine girls do when they get together minus braiding hair (we left that one alone).  It was all very interesting each of us in our own stages of budding relationships.

For me, my girl moment was when I definitively began to see what an adult relationship looks, acts, and feels like. When you go on a girl's weekend there is no need to call someone every five minutes or worry what the other person is doing that very moment. I remember in high school I dated someone and you would think we were literally connected at the hip. You know how  journalist fuse first names together to demonstrate the intertwining lives of the celebrities, like Brangelina...? We'll let's just say my first, middle and last name changed because I couldn't move without this person knowing exactly which direction I was going. Don't get me wrong we loved it, relished in it - but anyone who's had more than one relationship, knows your first relationship is your most intense and potentially the most unhealthy. You could find both of us relinquishing fun times in hopes of preserving a few more months, that's when we started to feel like we were wasting time.

An adult relationship seems different, a little more grown up. You're secure with your relationship enough to not feel guilty for having fun without them. I'm not saying my relationship is super mature and we are 100% there, but I don't feel like my time is being monopolized or wasted. I cherish our time together without thinking of moments as a memories, but as a parts of the continuum.

So there you have it, my girlz weekend shone some light on my boy situation.

But isn't that what girl weekends are for? Finding at least 3 other people in the world who read, analyze, dissect and reconsider things exactly the way you do?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Those Three little words.

"Oh, I'm sorry" - I probably say this more from bumping into someone than admitting I'm wrong about something. Sometimes I think these words might be harder to say than I love you or I forgive you.

So, the big question - in a relationship, who should apologize first? The boy. Obvis.
It's been my experience that when a man is in love his ego becomes half the size of his heart, which means he puts his lady in front and will apologize first. However, there are times when these boys attempt to assert their executive decision card and turn the tables - making their lady forget who was wrong and grovel to get back in good graces. Here's a prime example:

Once in a while I venture to NJ with my bf - he picks me up at the train. On the weekends the trains leave on the :11 minute of the hour and arrive into NJ on the :51 minute of every hour. Now, this particular weekend my phone was dead, but I've been making this trip for about 3 years, so I'm thinking - he'll be there no later than :55...wrong. I had to find a pay phone - yes circa 1980 - and try to touch less than five percent of the receiver to call, risking contracting ebola... fifty cents and ten minutes later, no answer, still waiting.
I'm mad. When he finally comes, I greet him with: "tardy for the party much?" And he becomes all Silent Stanley on me with an attitude, counter arguing that I should have a charged phone...  a random petty argument ensues, next thing I know someone is saying I'm sorry...

Luckily, these cards get thrown about as often as ladies shed those crocodile tears. Most boys, whether they want to admit it or not, abide by this common laws of dating:
Boys apologize to keep the peace and girls try not to look through their phones.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Duh.

Guess what, if you train for a marathon - chances are it will go well. Adding another addition to the letters to my younger self :

Dear Younger Self,
Running 26.2 miles is no joke. It's not something you can half @$$ do and it's certainly not something to just run on hope - you need a solid base, hard work and mileage.

Last year my marathon was terrible. Take a look at Long Time No Blog for a snap shot. I won't even tell you my time, but the little truck was on my heels. For anyone who doesn't know each marathon has a time limit - it's typically 6.5 hours, or you must complete the half in 3 hours or something to that extent. Otherwise a huge truck comes nipping at your heels picking up cones threatening to swoop you up and rob you of that finishing medal. Last year I almost fell victim. This year I trained. I bugged my co-workers, complained of sleeplessness - got a personal best and I'm excited to do it again! Ok, it wasn't all candy canes and Christmas - there was a point after the 13.1 miles where I rejoiced - WOOO HALF WAY DONE .... oh wait, I have 13 more miles to run. Two more plus hours. The miles between 13 and 19 are the hardest, coincidentally there were no bands, or cheer squads to be found. I had to rely on my counting, random observation and thoughts, good thing for my imagination.

Short post, but to the point. No worries, more stories to come this week for my dear readers.
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