To My Best Friend

Today is my best friend’s birthday. We’ve known each other for six years (and counting), and there’s not a day I’m not grateful for her.

We don’t see or even speak to each other much because of what goes on in our own lives, but we try. The one thing that makes me miss my high school years is we walked home together every day. And besides that, those years can die in a fire.

I don’t know what she thinks of herself, but I know what I think of her:

  • She is a wonderfully kind and strong person who works hard and deserves her dreams more than anyone I know.
  • She’s an inspiration to me. Seeing her get ahead with her life makes me happy for and motivates me to keep going with mine.
  • She’s fierce. She doesn’t give up. But she’s kind. She doesn’t stomp on those beneath her.
  • She loves to help others and she gives herself a lot. Sometimes, even if it means putting her needs behind for a bit.
  • But she knows what she deserves. She knows she shouldn’t be treated unfairly.
  • She gives her all in what she does. From a high school student to a regular worker, that hasn’t changed.

She’s someone to be admired and I’m so glad our friendship didn’t falter as high school friendships typically do after graduation. Whatever her goals are, she has me behind her.

Happy birthday, Jen.

Wishful Wednesday: Special Days

My wish for this Wednesday is more of a fantasy than a simple wish.

I know it’s kind of cliche or cheesy, but I always wanted the first time I have sex to be on a special day. The best would be Valentine’s Day for obvious reasons, but I’d love almost any holiday.

  • Valentine’s Day – It’s a day about love! Self-explanatory.
  • My birthday – Again, a rather obvious one. It would be my birthday gift. Especially if it was on a milestone like 20 or 21.
  • Christmas – Same reason as my birthday. It’d be my Christmas gift.
  • New Year’s Day/Eve – Having sex for the first time would be a very special way to ring in the new year or end the previous one with a bang.
  • Thanksgiving – It’s a day to express gratitude and sex is supposed to be a way to express love between two people.
  • Halloween – I’d already be out of character with a costume. Why not more to the “out of character” act?

Of course, no matter what day it happens on, it will be a special day to remember. It may not be a big deal to remember for some people, but it will be for me since I am not a sexual person to begin with.

 

Wishful Wednesday: Hurry Out, February!

Usually, I’m in no rush for even a day to end unless it’s a bad one, but for this Wednesday, my wish is for February to hurry up and get out!

The reason is there are some things I have planned for March, when spring arrives and the weather begins to become warm. My plans probably won’t start at the very beginning of March, but I think they’ll start fairly early.

I mentioned him already, but Emmi is a part of those plans. I said I wanted to meet up when temperature rises because it’s just too cold right now.

I’m planning to do a little clothes shopping, but online instead of in a store. I found some pretty, floral, one-shoulder shirts on eBay. I’ve never been able to find one-shoulder shirts. Never seen them in any store I ever went to.

Finally, there’s a special gift I’m planning to buy. In fact, that’s the first thing I want to do. I won’t say what it is, but I am so excited about it, especially because I’m paying for it entirely. No one is helping me, so no one can complain.

I am so excited for March to come, I feel ready to burst! Honestly, I really feel like this year will be a good one. Hurry up, March!

You’re Not Special! Get In Line!

One thing I really cannot stand are people think that just because they have a certain status, they are above others or somehow entitled to things others are not. If you confront these people, chances are they will get uppity, they will get in your face and they may even curse you out. Somehow, they have fallen under the illusion that common courtesy is beneath them.

You know what? I’ve stopped caring.

I used to just give in to people like this, so as not to start an altercation and to be nice. But that doesn’t do anything but allow them to hassle the next person and I don’t even get a “thank you”. Moreso, I do not enjoy being treated like a doormat, even if I will never see this person again in my life.

You don’t get to cut in line because you’re bigger. Size doesn’t matter.
You don’t get a special discount just by asking because you’re pregnant. So are hundreds of other women across the country.
You don’t get to ram through others like a battering ram because you have a kid. So does half of the population.
You don’t get the last milk just because you want it. I want it too.
You don’t get to break the rules because you’re older. You’re not the only one of your age.
You don’t get undeserved high grades because you’re a football player or cheerleader. You’re still a student.

You’re not special! Get your head out of your behind and put it back on your neck!