Introspective

A friend asked me today to write an about me. Being one to never back down from a challenge (unless it involves eating some sort of being with more than 4 legs), I gave it the good ol' college try. So in the true spirit of the overly analytical 20something...this is what I came up with.

Me? Well I am the twinkle of my mother's eye in the mirror and my heart beats and soul sings to the same rhythm and tune as my father's when he is singing in the kitchen. My brother was the bane of my existence until I realized the me i love to be doesn't exist without him. For the complex creature I am, I love and cherish simplicity. Simple things build strong foundations therefore I build mine starting with a smile and a hug.

I am at constant war within myself, body and mind. Civil war inside breeding an overly civil outside. I push myself and but refuse to be pushed over. Forgiving but never forgetting. Loving and usually lingering too long. I need to be needed but can't express when I need the most. I am a bottle rocket waiting to explode until i find the nozzle that releases the pressure I put on myself. Perfect is as perfect does but I love the flaws I find in others, just not in myself. I think the most beautiful parts of people are the parts that don't look like everyone else.

I am a puzzle piece, still looking for my place. I look like I fit a lot of places but when you try to shove me in, I always have that one edge that just doesn't seem to fit. So on I jump from game to game, board to board, amazing the pictures they put in puzzles these days :) I dream so high sometimes it gets hard to breath from the altitude. But then I find the oxygen, take a deep breath, and start dreaming again.

If laughter is the best medicine, I would like to live in the pharmacy. I believe making someone laugh opens their eyes, their mind, and sometimes even their heart. I would live in a laugh if I could, bouncing off the colorful, velvety walls and tumbling down, finally landing in the aching ab muscles and watering eyes that come after a really good chuckle.

I just want to be. I don't know what being that "be" means but I guess slowly but surely could win the race. Nothing has ever been easy so I don't expect being the "be" to be. But if I get to see all the seeing I want to see, I think that being the "be" will stop having to be and I will just be....ME.

Another 20something looking inward:

ITS ALIVE!!!

Yes, my darling twentysomethings, I have returned from the land of the lost (or more appropriately, the land of the unemployed and desparate). The past seven months have been a true testament of how much of a twentysomething I am and the terrifying realization of actually having to deal with a "quarterlife crisis" if you will...

Long story short: New job, new city, new roommate, new ideas, new perspectives, new relationships, new friends...ok, so that was the not-so-short-short version...But this hiatus reminded me of one of the nasty characteristics that is usually attributed to us sweet, unsuspecting 20somethings...that fact that we never finish anything we start. So on your mark, get set..(ooo shiny thing...) I mean, GO!

So, now that we are all caught up back to the land of the in between. Today's topic, which will probably be revisited due to its imperativeness to the survival of the 20somethings...FRIENDS.

This topic is brought to you today by the letter F, and no, not for the obvious reason. We as 20somethings, have a love-hate relationship with our Frienships and the F adjectives we use to describe them such as:
"Forever"
"Fairweather"
"Faithful"
"Forced"
"Fundamental"
"Facebook"
(and for those of my friends who are currently on parole) "Flight Risk"

All of these can be applicable at one time or another to any number of your Friends.

AFter having dinner and drinks with two oF my closest Friends From high school, I was leFt pondering the matter of Friendships in our 20s. We talked, laughed, gossiped, and picked up seemingly right where we leFt oFF the last time we all hung out. Of course our relationships have changed but there is something comForting about hearing the same voices and laughter you remember From a time that was not as complicated (or so we thought then lol)

When we are growing up, we look to the adults in our lives For guidance. But in our 20something years, at the risk oF relinquishing some oF our hard-Fought independence From the opinions of our previous authoritarians, we seek out the people who we think will have the answers or solutions. Thus, who better to turn to than our Fellow 20somethings?!

Most oF us have "been there" and "done that" more than we'd probably like to admit. And while there are deFinitely things that we can still turn to our parents, grandparents, or even God-Forbid, our bosses about but their experiences and advice will be From a diFFerent time. We all wrestle with some oF the same issues during our 20something years with diFFerent twists here and there. This is even more oF a reason that we should, instead oF looking Forwards or backwards, try looking From side to side and see who's on the same page.

Now, I know just as well as anyone that there are some people that will be in our lives For a time and For one reason or another will leave. Some leave as quietly as the came. Some go out with a bang. Some Fade over time and some, unFortunately are taken away unexpectedly. There will come a point in all your relationships when you are Faced with the decision to stay in someone's liFe or go. IF you are Friends For a long time this point my appear more than once. And at that point you have two choices, Fight or one of my Favorite Fs the F*** You!

That being said, I leave you with some words For thought From one oF my Favorites, Maya Angelou and dedicate this post to all my Friends, past, present and Future <3

  
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.