Friendship is a 10 letter word

Being a girl is hard.

Boy that's quite a thesis huh? It could encompass and include millions of things. Well here's where I'm going with it.

Boys have it easy in the friend department. You like sports, you find another guy who likes sports, you're automatically friends. You like video games, you find another guy who likes video games and you have a common interest to bond over and spend hours doing while hanging out.

If you're a guy and your guy friend pisses you off, you get in a fight, it might lead to blows, then you're cool. (This is all speculation, but this is how it appears from the other side.) That's it. You're cool. I mean, what is that?

Girls, however, have predominantly girl friends. Girls are bitches. We befriend each other sometimes in genuine friendship, sometimes because we have to, and sometimes we just want something that girl has. Everything is a game.

Girls have little to bond over. It seems like everything we like, we want. You can't bond over something you're fighting over. Perhaps I'm exaggerating and generalizing, but that's what it seems to boil down to.

If your girl friend does something to piss you off, you don't talk about it, you just try to get back at your "friend" through passive aggressive means. Be that talking behind her back, or using her toothbrush to clean the sink (not something I've done, but something my friend has done, not to me, I hope). It seems impossible to find a genuine friend past the age of 10. Even at 10, though, you might only be friends with someone because she has a pool, or cool toys.

Hence, being a girl is hard. Are my friends mine? Do they even like me? What horrible things have they said behind my back?

I'm not saying I'm not guilty of all of these things. I'm a girl through and through. I've trash talked and passive aggressived and all of the above. When will it be done? Who knows?

And, in addition to all of this, we have all sorts of things to live up to. We have to be pretty, skinny, successful, not crazy, not bitches, not slutty, not mean, not shy, not scared, independent, dependent and if we haven't been in a relationship for a certain amount of time there's something wrong with us.

I don't know that I necessarily would rather be a man, but it sure seems like it would easier.

But you know what? They may be thinking all the same things about themselves.

Why can't we just be?

Anyway, 2 more days till my birthday!

Breakin' up is hard to do

My mom has a large family, three sisters and one brother to be exact. Multiply that by spouses and children and it equals out to about 16 people. Family gatherings were always loud and fun.

My dad has a small family, one half sister, a mother he disowned about 10 years ago and a father who died when my dad was in his 20s.

When my parents were married it made the decision of where to go for the holidays easy. There was really no one to visit on my dad's side, so we would make our way to a small town in North Louisiana and hunker down in my grandparent's house. I loved it there.

After my parents got divorced it was still easy. I was 13 and they told me where to be. Thanksgiving with my Dad, Christmas with my Mom.

Also I got two birthdays and two Christmases. AWESOME!

Until I turned 18. Then I had to make my own decisions. Crap.

Being a divorced kid is difficult. I hate leaving one parent alone for any holiday. I always end up feeling really guilty about it.

People always say divorce is hard on the kids because they have a broken house hold blah blah, but really I think it's hard because you have to choose. Mother vs. Father. It's a hard decision to make.

Sometimes I wish I were 13 again and could just let the winds take me where they may. I find decision making extremely hard. I guess that's the Libra in me. I want everyone to be happy, and can rarely just do what I want. Because essentially what I want is for everyone to be happy.

Maybe I just just move to a shack in the woods and become a crazy hermit. Maybe not. The woods creep me out.

Oh well. At least I still get two birthdays and two Christmases.

October is bustin' out all over

Happy first day of October!

You all might not be as excited about October as I am, but that's ok. I can be excited enough for ALL of us!

You see, my birthday is next Friday the 9th and I way love my birthday and junk. I love everyone telling me "Happy Birthday," I love the presents, I love the attention, I love it alllllll.

Also, Halloween is my favorite holiday so that put October at the top of my list of my 12 Favorite Months.

SEGUE!

There is a girl at my office (she shall be known as...BreadToast. Yes, BreadToast.) BreadToast who is super cool and funny and really nice, BUT (big but) she is forever know-it-alling me into the ground.

Example;

I found an adorable picture online of a baby wiener-dog in a hot-dog bun. It was delightful! So of course I passed it around. "Ha-ha!" and "Aw!" everyone said. Except for BreadToast.

BreadToast asked me, "Do you know what that dog is called?"

"Why yes," I said, "It's a Daschund." (Note: I pronounced this the "American" way, like Dock-sunned.)

"No," she replied, "It's pronounced (insert crazy way the German's say it)."

I just proceeded to repeat Dock-sunned over and over and over and over and over until she relented.

I won.

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