So my dad called me a few weeks ago and needed me to come out to Milwaukee to help out at the restaraunt. So Jaimie and I packed up my car and left 5 days after the call, and have been here since. Today is my friend Patrick’s 40th birthday!! I can’t believe how time flys by, time is a funny thing. One day you are 16 the next you are almost 30. And it just keeps on ticking. So back to this horrible city we are in. My downstairs neighbors decided to get into a huge yelling and throwing things outside match today. I called the police and within 5 minutes they arrived to exstinquish the caos below. I do not like this place. My brother’s truck was broken into a week and a half ago, stupid people, can’t keep there hands off other peoples things. I just don’t understand it. I think people used to amaze me, now nothing surprises me. Jaimie asked me the other day what I do when people are sad. He clarified it to mean when people walk around in permanent sadness. I don’t think my response was satisfactory to him. I told him, I just don’t bother trying to make people anything more than what they are anymore. Then he said well what about people you really care about. I just shrugged and said they can figure it out on there own, if they want help, I would help, but I’m still to absorbed in trying to get myself to happy, I can’t even start to help others. Anyway, this city just brings out the worst in people I think. Its a horrible, negative place, as most cities are…
So lets see…
I finally relocated to this rural town in Vermont known as South Royalton. It is small and quiet and I like it. My friend Tasha drove with me out here to bring some of my stuff, and she left 5 minutes after arriving, she didn’t like it. Life goes on, what can you do really. You can’t make people embrace less than what they are accustom to. I arrived on the 16th and have found out more about myself and my abilities in a week and a half than I have in the last 4 years. Isn’t that the way it goes sometimes?
I am getting ready to go to work (Joy 🙁 ) I am counting the days till I can leave this place… I think today there are only 34 days to go, maybe its 33, I have to check the calendar. I am contemplating how I am going to get all my stuff up to Vermont in one swift motion. I think maybe I need to get rid of more stuff, tomorrow or Sunday, I will tackle that project. I only have two more weeks in this stupid apartment, then I am free from this particular agony and only a couple of short weeks later, I am leaving my job and moving to the wild unknown (literally). I am so excited!!
I sit here in my office/study wondering what tomorrow will bring… I am so excited to be moving somewhere new, to a place that I hope will bring me closer to peace. I have been at war inside myself for so long for no reason other than boredom it seems. I am so very grateful to those who have helped me grow into this woman I have become, and thankful to those who have stuck by my side through my darkest moments. For those I have lost touch with I carry a piece of you in my soul always, and for those who remain in the spotlight of my life, even when your light seems to dim, I know you are there and for that I am grateful too. I just hope that all of my family, chosen family and friends know that I wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t for each of you… and that makes me smile.
This week seems to be crawling by at such a marvelously fast pace that I can hardly stop to smell the flowers. I just finished my second open to close shift since Saturday and am looking forward to maybe getting off work earlier tomorrow to come home and pass out. I’ve been packing my apartment up like a mad woman, discarding things that I can no longer bear to hold on to, like dish sets YIKES!!!
I spent quite some time deliberating how many towels one should in fact own. After coaxing my roommate into a discussion on said topic, I have come to the determination that it is in fact crucial that one should have in ones own possession no less that two sets and the maximum being three. One might find ones self asking the perplexing question how did we come to such a specific number, and I do have the very answer as described below:
The first set (a set being two as one might already have determined) should be the pair that hang in the bathroom eager with anticipation of being wrapped warmly around a sopping wet body. The second set should be in the closet, neatly folded for one to replace previous bathroom towels that have been used and have since turned wet and smelly. Finally the third set that is really left to the owners choice and can be done without, that is the set that may be found already occupying the dryer awaiting the folding table and could be considered the “limbo” towels. And that is all I have to say on the matter of towels!
I turned 27 last Thursday (May 17th). Hooray for me! It simply amazes me how far I have come in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I feel like a child in so many ways still, but the experiences I have been subject to have caused me to grow up too quickly in others. Sometimes I wish I could take back mean things I have said to people, I want to be a more caring person. It is hard for me since I look around this place I live in and see so much insincerity and laziness. I don't want to be part of this society that I have been living in to for so long, everyday I feel it trying to suck a little piece of me away... I just want to find peace and happiness and quietness somewhere. I think that may be soon though, I hope. Turning 27 doesn't feel any different, I feel the same as I did when I turned 17. <br /><br />One of my friends asked my mother a question the other day, which she shared with me shortly after, it was: "why haven't your children gotten married and had children of their own yet?" she smiled and simply replied "because they are smart, and enjoying the freedom to travel and see the world and find themselves first." <br /><br />For so long I have said that I lack the desire to have children or marry, and I used to think it was more about my selfishness and vanity, the reason that is. But truthfully I think it is deeper than that, I look around me at the society that people have created and think "why would I want to subject another living being to that? Especially without them being able to have a choice in the matter." I also think it is because I look at people that I've dated or been involved with and couldn't possibly imagine having offspring with them for one reason or another, but mostly it was things like stupidity, physical defects, and family history of random diseases. If I were to have childrean I would want them to have the best chance possible at being amazing human beings.<br /><br />I feel this aching inside me to leave this place, thankfully that will be finally happening in 40 days! Everyday I wake up and go to work and mimick those around me and get through my day. I feel like a robot. I can't wait to taste the freedom of not having to do those things anymore, to grow things and build things and breath the fresh air around me. Working somewhere I am required to socialize is very trying on me. My friend posed a rhetorical question to me today "You really don't like being social do you?" and I laughed and replied " you know me so well!" I have been pretending to be a socialite for so long because it was the only way I thought I would be accepted, but I've finally made the decision that I no longer care if I am accepted, I am not going to sacrifice my happiness. Happiness to me is laying under a tree reading a book in the forest or in an empty field, or just laying in the sunshine napping while the rays warm my skin, listening to the quiet sounds of nature around me at night while laying under a vast sky of white twinkling stars. Can I find this place some day? Goodnite.
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The following blog contains information regarding the male penis. If this offends you in anyway, please do not continue reading.
I spent some time online last night instant messaging with a friend of mine. We spoke about the usual subjects life, philosophy, jobs, family, etc. Then about two hours in our conversation took a slight turn. A questions was presented by me to my friend about their favorite body part, at which point my friend replied “my penis probably.” I asked him why and he said “my penis because its a good size, and looks pretty much just like a penis should, and seems to work very well… and doesn’t have anything cut off it…” This is how we got onto the topic of a sweater vs. no sweater on a penis. So the questions now turned to a topic that I have long wondered about, but not thought to ask.
What exactly is a sweater? Being a girl, and having never had a penis of my very own to play with and examine, I have been left to my own imagination as to the more specific details of what one may be like. Of course I have had the occasional boyfriend, who being comfortable enough with his own penis, has allowed me to examine their penis to my hearts content. However, up until now, I have not had experience with a penis that still had its sweater on. So you can imagine my excitement at being given the opportunity to ask all the questions I ever had regarding this subject. It was quite educational.
My limited interaction with this “natural” penis, led me to believe that a penis with a sweater had a second skin covering it. Something that a guy would in fact have to peel back, like a banana, prior to penetration. It was interesting to learn that my idea while completely understandable, was inaccurate. The “natural” penis is simply a penis with quite a bit of extra skin that provides a sort of shield for the head and shaft allowing it not to lose sensitivity. When men are young and this skin is removed. The surgery is actually cutting all the excess skin away leaving a ring around the penis that is an open circular cut, which will eventually heal back together leaving a scar and a variation is skin color toward the end of the shaft closest to the head.
I thought this was fascinating because it washed away my misconception regarding cleaning the “natural” penis. Since the sock concept no longer applied, it meant that they should have no difficulty washing themselves completely. It is the same as someone who is overweight then looses a large amount of that weight, being left with an excess of hanging skin, they have to make a conscious effort to clean under the folds of skin to prevent infection. But instead of peeling back the skin they can simply push the skin up or slide it up and down and clean themselves. This same theory applies to those with a “natural” penis.
I originally found it hard to grasp this concept above, when my friend tried to explain this to me. So he asked me to go get a really long sock and provided me with a “hands on” demonstration of what it was like to have a “natural” penis. After placing my hand inside the sock. He instructed me to hold onto the end of the sock with my hand that was inside it. This being done he then had me push the sock back toward my elbow, uncovering the fist with the sock end. Instantly it became clear to me what he had been trying to explain to me.
It was not a second skin, nor to be peeled like a banana. It was just a penis with a lot of extra skin. This skin had a purpose, helping the penis to stay sensitive and not become hardened from being exposed all the time. Though he did not successfully convert me into a “natural” penis lover. He did help me understand my misconceptions regarding the “natural” penis and has made me less adverse to the concept of dating someone with a “natural” penis.
Call me crazy…but I like my alone time. I actually cherish it.
I find myself becoming a calmer person when spending time alone. I heal.
Why is that I wonder?
I used to be this social butterfly, constantly surrounded by friend and family. But as the years go by my need for solitude has increased dramatically.
I find myself searching for a career that will allow me to provide for myself as well as grant me the solitude I so desperately desire. Be it working from home, or traveling abroad taking photographs on my own. Sometimes I fantasize about living in a hut on an island along a wooden boardwalk on the water, with nothing but my laptop, camera and nature surrounding me. Documenting it.
Is this a possibility? I feel like I am finally ready to find myself, to figure out who I really am under all this pretense. But I am scared. I am scared to leave behind the things I have grown accustomed to, the people I have come to care, trust and love. But maybe I won’t have to. I guess only time will tell.
“I do not drink.”
At least this is what I tell most people, and for the most part its true. As with most things in life, however, I don’t believe you should ever deny yourself. Pending whatever it is you desire will not harm anything else. So an occasional glass of wine with dinner or a vodka tonic when going out to the bar with close friends, does not cause me to feel like I am a hypocrite. Though others may beg to differ.
I think I make that statement for the simple fact that is allows me to get out of having to socialize. Maybe it makes me feel more superior to other people. I am not sure.
I think that maybe I will stop making that statement and try to live my life in the present instead of the past, changing my opinions as I see fit. Instead of feeling as if I have to stand fast to them, as if some judgement is going to be made against me and I be imprisoned for them. Why do we as human beings feel the need to have to label and identify ourselves? Why can’t we like caviar one day and detest it the next?
I think most of it stems from our society forcing this down our throats everyday in media. I refuse to label myself any longer, I will not be categorized and filed away for someone to pull up my file a minute later and try to shove some other type of purse that I don’t really need down my throat. I don’t want to be able to identify myself with those fake starlets on the magazine covers.
I just want to be me and my only label my name.