This has been the longest week of my life in recent memory.
My boyfriend will finally be here Monday evening, and I can't even enjoy the anticipation because I am earning my free evenings from three months ago.
One. More. Day.
One. More. Day.
One.
More.
Day.
And then I can spend my weekend working. But at least it will be the weekend.
Yeah.
WolfGrrl
Showing posts with label first world problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first world problems. Show all posts
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Murphy's Closet
Sometimes I really question my ability to dress myself. Have you ever had a day where everything you put on feels sloppy and awkward? I turn my bed, closet, dresser and desk into clothing mountains and still end up standing around in my underwear cursing.
What is one supposed to do on a day where achieving a satisfactory (we're not even going for perfect or hot, folks) look is just impossible? Usually I end up looking at the clock, panicking, and throwing on some running shorts and a t-shirt. Basic and at least comfortable.
I guess this is our old friend Murphy popping up to annoy us; I didn't think he wrote a law about clothing, but hey, given the prevelance of the issue, it seems probable.
I deliberately buy clothes in solid colors where I can mix and match to create different outfits from a few pieces. But I swear, maybe it's time to change the way I shop; this back-to-basics thing just isn't working right now. And stealing my roommate's clothes on a daily basis both sets a bad precedent and is rude.
My final outfit (after I got fed up with digging through my dresser and put on the first thing I found) is yesterday's white tank top and a black skirt. All that work, and I look...muh.
Perhaps there's a reason why the adjective of the day is so frequently 'muh.'
WolfGrrl
What is one supposed to do on a day where achieving a satisfactory (we're not even going for perfect or hot, folks) look is just impossible? Usually I end up looking at the clock, panicking, and throwing on some running shorts and a t-shirt. Basic and at least comfortable.
I guess this is our old friend Murphy popping up to annoy us; I didn't think he wrote a law about clothing, but hey, given the prevelance of the issue, it seems probable.
I deliberately buy clothes in solid colors where I can mix and match to create different outfits from a few pieces. But I swear, maybe it's time to change the way I shop; this back-to-basics thing just isn't working right now. And stealing my roommate's clothes on a daily basis both sets a bad precedent and is rude.
My final outfit (after I got fed up with digging through my dresser and put on the first thing I found) is yesterday's white tank top and a black skirt. All that work, and I look...muh.
Perhaps there's a reason why the adjective of the day is so frequently 'muh.'
WolfGrrl
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Profligate?
Sometimes I wonder whether or not I am spoiled.
No, let me rephrase.
Sometimes I wonder to what extent I am spoiled. I understand and ruefully acknolwedge that I am and always will be spoiled. Anyone growing up in a stable, loving, inclusive environment with a supportive family (and a financially solvent one) is spoiled.
But, to my parents, please rest assured that I shall probably never be one of those people who can spend large sums of money at the drop of a hat.
Today I purchased a computer with two-thirds of my own money (meaning I paid for two-thirds of the item and the tax). I have never spent so much. I agonized, aloud and privately, to myself for three days. Finally, as with most of my decisions, I got fed up with the two sides of my consciousness yelling back and forth and bought the darn thing to shut them up.
Gulp.
One parent (and my boyfriend) despise the kind of computer I just bought. The other parent is, dare I say, indifferent. However, it's me not them that purchased and will use this shiny new toy. And, as I have been told (and am beginning to see) I am 100% stubborn when I fix my mind on something. Oh dear.
I feel rational, and at the same time giddy with the knowledge that I just signed myself up for a year of no scones, no movies, and no books or clothes. I will be saving everything I make and am given in order to rebuild the nest egg I just diminished.
Was it worth it? I don't know. I honestly don't know. But, this is life after all. You make choices, rooted in good or bad desires, and they turn out to be good or bad choices. I take comfort in the fact that I a) got an almost $200 discount on this computer, and b) it will both significantly broaden my ability to function in the world and ease my travels in the spring. (Hopefully.)
Oh dear. The money. Ahhhhhh...
WolfGrrl
No, let me rephrase.
Sometimes I wonder to what extent I am spoiled. I understand and ruefully acknolwedge that I am and always will be spoiled. Anyone growing up in a stable, loving, inclusive environment with a supportive family (and a financially solvent one) is spoiled.
But, to my parents, please rest assured that I shall probably never be one of those people who can spend large sums of money at the drop of a hat.
Today I purchased a computer with two-thirds of my own money (meaning I paid for two-thirds of the item and the tax). I have never spent so much. I agonized, aloud and privately, to myself for three days. Finally, as with most of my decisions, I got fed up with the two sides of my consciousness yelling back and forth and bought the darn thing to shut them up.
Gulp.
One parent (and my boyfriend) despise the kind of computer I just bought. The other parent is, dare I say, indifferent. However, it's me not them that purchased and will use this shiny new toy. And, as I have been told (and am beginning to see) I am 100% stubborn when I fix my mind on something. Oh dear.
I feel rational, and at the same time giddy with the knowledge that I just signed myself up for a year of no scones, no movies, and no books or clothes. I will be saving everything I make and am given in order to rebuild the nest egg I just diminished.
Was it worth it? I don't know. I honestly don't know. But, this is life after all. You make choices, rooted in good or bad desires, and they turn out to be good or bad choices. I take comfort in the fact that I a) got an almost $200 discount on this computer, and b) it will both significantly broaden my ability to function in the world and ease my travels in the spring. (Hopefully.)
Oh dear. The money. Ahhhhhh...
WolfGrrl
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Rice
I dislike being drowned and then steamed while trying to go to class.
Next time, I'll stay in bed rather than attend to my education.
I am not rice. Don't cook and steam me.
WolfGrrl
Next time, I'll stay in bed rather than attend to my education.
I am not rice. Don't cook and steam me.
WolfGrrl
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Words with Friends
Not your standard mobile app.
Basically, this is a transcript of a few humorous conversations with a friend. Pseudonyms are used (duh) for privacy reasons. Gasybeans is also on Blogger; her thoughts are awesome, so check her out here --> Thoughts Out Loud
***Some comments have been spliced together. Sorry; I'm a writer. Can't stop embellishing. We do have this conversation a lot though.
Gasybeans: What have you been up to, darling?
WolfGrrl: I changed my clothes a lot this morning.
GB: Hahaha, really?
WG: Truth.
GB: Girl problems.
WG: More like first world problems for girls. Help, I have too many clothes!
GB: Nahhh, you don't. I have more.
WG: *rude face*
GB: Well, it's true.
WG: ...
WG: Good thing we're too cheap to buy stuff at the mall.
GB: Says you!
WG: Wait, I'm not cheap.
GB: I hope not.
WG: Thanks, dear.
GB: *staggers from sarcasm fumes*
GB: I love you.
WG: *pouts*
WG: Daaaaaa, I can never be annoyed at you. Do you think I should go back for that jacket?
GB: Yes!
WG: That's like asking if I should have more dessert, isn't it?
GB: *huge grin*
WG: Car keys, car keys... We are hopeless shopaholics.
GB: Amen, sister.
WG: Lol
GB: ...
GB: ...
GB: Can you pick me up? I really want that shirt.
WG: Hahahahaha... Yes.
GB: <3
WG: Hopeless
GB: ...and proud of it!
Basically, this is a transcript of a few humorous conversations with a friend. Pseudonyms are used (duh) for privacy reasons. Gasybeans is also on Blogger; her thoughts are awesome, so check her out here --> Thoughts Out Loud
***Some comments have been spliced together. Sorry; I'm a writer. Can't stop embellishing. We do have this conversation a lot though.
Gasybeans: What have you been up to, darling?
WolfGrrl: I changed my clothes a lot this morning.
GB: Hahaha, really?
WG: Truth.
GB: Girl problems.
WG: More like first world problems for girls. Help, I have too many clothes!
GB: Nahhh, you don't. I have more.
WG: *rude face*
GB: Well, it's true.
WG: ...
WG: Good thing we're too cheap to buy stuff at the mall.
GB: Says you!
WG: Wait, I'm not cheap.
GB: I hope not.
WG: Thanks, dear.
GB: *staggers from sarcasm fumes*
GB: I love you.
WG: *pouts*
WG: Daaaaaa, I can never be annoyed at you. Do you think I should go back for that jacket?
GB: Yes!
WG: That's like asking if I should have more dessert, isn't it?
GB: *huge grin*
WG: Car keys, car keys... We are hopeless shopaholics.
GB: Amen, sister.
WG: Lol
GB: ...
GB: ...
GB: Can you pick me up? I really want that shirt.
WG: Hahahahaha... Yes.
GB: <3
WG: Hopeless
GB: ...and proud of it!
Monday, November 14, 2011
First World Problems
This post is inspired by a conversation on Facebook between my roommate, myself, and several of our friends. Last night she posted this on my wall:
"OMG THE ICEMAKER JUST TURNED ON IN THE KITCHEN AND IT WAS SO SCARY."
Her boyfriend's brother is the one who got us all started with his "first world problems" comment, haha. But it is true. Most of the things I complain about (or am unhappy about) on a daily basis are ridiculous when taken in a global context. For example, since the school year began I've gained ten pounds; this infuriates and depresses me, even though it's mostly muscle gain from my fitness class. This post, while funny and fluffy and exemplary of lighthearted humor between friends, got me thinking. (Fortunately for all of you here, I don't have time to go into a really lengthy discussion, but...)
I am a recovering anorexic. This is also the topic of my anthropology final project this semester, and because of that I've spent a lot of time thinking about and analyzing my involvement with this illness. It's some scary stuff, folks. It's taken me almost three years to be able to read the literature on anorexia, or to face the statistics of which I was nearly a part. I won't go into everything I've learned in the past few years, but suffice to say anorexia is definitely a first world problem. Most people in the world who are starving (and there are 925 million of them) don't do so to look "better." They starve because of famine, war, dictatorial governments, or restricted access to food. It's criminal that in a first world nation like America more than 10 million individuals are deliberately starving themselves. Criminal, and yet for this teacup human, completely, miserably understandable.
Think about some of the things in your life that annoy you beyond bearing. For me, applying for college was a huge irritation. Same with PMS; my boyfriend will deny it (until pressed) but other friends who aren't afraid to badmouth me will tell you I am a total bitch for about a week out of every four. Who else in the world has time to stress over things like finding the BEST dress for your wedding, getting a car when you turn sixteen (I was old at eighteen, thanks very much), or having access to higher education? Our "big" problems sure seem small when seen in a global context.
Now I have to run (class in 20 minutes, sigh), but I thought I'd throw this out there: do you think any of your problems that seem so huge are first world problems? For a lighthearted conversation on Facebook (and there's another FWP right there: addiction to technology) this one sure gave me a brain twist.
Ciao
WolfGrrl
"OMG THE ICEMAKER JUST TURNED ON IN THE KITCHEN AND IT WAS SO SCARY."
Her boyfriend's brother is the one who got us all started with his "first world problems" comment, haha. But it is true. Most of the things I complain about (or am unhappy about) on a daily basis are ridiculous when taken in a global context. For example, since the school year began I've gained ten pounds; this infuriates and depresses me, even though it's mostly muscle gain from my fitness class. This post, while funny and fluffy and exemplary of lighthearted humor between friends, got me thinking. (Fortunately for all of you here, I don't have time to go into a really lengthy discussion, but...)
I am a recovering anorexic. This is also the topic of my anthropology final project this semester, and because of that I've spent a lot of time thinking about and analyzing my involvement with this illness. It's some scary stuff, folks. It's taken me almost three years to be able to read the literature on anorexia, or to face the statistics of which I was nearly a part. I won't go into everything I've learned in the past few years, but suffice to say anorexia is definitely a first world problem. Most people in the world who are starving (and there are 925 million of them) don't do so to look "better." They starve because of famine, war, dictatorial governments, or restricted access to food. It's criminal that in a first world nation like America more than 10 million individuals are deliberately starving themselves. Criminal, and yet for this teacup human, completely, miserably understandable.
Think about some of the things in your life that annoy you beyond bearing. For me, applying for college was a huge irritation. Same with PMS; my boyfriend will deny it (until pressed) but other friends who aren't afraid to badmouth me will tell you I am a total bitch for about a week out of every four. Who else in the world has time to stress over things like finding the BEST dress for your wedding, getting a car when you turn sixteen (I was old at eighteen, thanks very much), or having access to higher education? Our "big" problems sure seem small when seen in a global context.
Now I have to run (class in 20 minutes, sigh), but I thought I'd throw this out there: do you think any of your problems that seem so huge are first world problems? For a lighthearted conversation on Facebook (and there's another FWP right there: addiction to technology) this one sure gave me a brain twist.
Ciao
WolfGrrl
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