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Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Is The Grass Always Greener?
Picture it: Me. Two years ago. Sitting in front of my laptop staring at a blank screen wondering how the hell I’m going to write an entire paper on Al Jazeera and the ethics of journalism by tomorrow morning. My mind wonders to a fantasy of my oh-too-near future; sitting in my apartment after work, sipping on a glass of wine and talking to friends about how the stresses of my job are minimal compared to the joy and security of having funds transferred into my checking account every week.
Cut to today. My glass of wine has been changed to a vodka soda and instead of relishing on my direct deposit, I start to question if my new pair of jeans was a good investment considering I’d be eating Top Ramon for the rest of the month.
In college I wanted to be a career woman, and now working all the time I wish I was back in college spending Thursday nights at Power Hour at Riley’s. How is it that you always want what you can’t have? I’m a single girl living in one of the most beautiful places in California, so how come I can’t seem to find that one puzzle piece that makes my life like an episode of “Friends?” It’s more like watching reruns of “Sex and the City.” Find a guy. He’s an ass. Find another guy. He’s not quite an ass at first but then pulls the let’s-not-get-serious card and inevitably becomes an ass. Whine to my friends. Drink more vodka. Keep on keepin’ on. Story of my life.
Things are changing and as I watch my 20’s start to pass me by, I wonder if I’d even be happier with a steady boyfriend, hearty paycheck and a puppy named Couture. But the more I think about it, I’m not sure if that would change anything. What I can do is take what I’ve been given and run with it. The grass will always be greener on the other side, but hey… at least I’m not a single 30-year-old with a hazy life path (yet). And life has handed me lemonade. So now I’ll find someone whose life handed them vodka and party.
Cut to today. My glass of wine has been changed to a vodka soda and instead of relishing on my direct deposit, I start to question if my new pair of jeans was a good investment considering I’d be eating Top Ramon for the rest of the month.
In college I wanted to be a career woman, and now working all the time I wish I was back in college spending Thursday nights at Power Hour at Riley’s. How is it that you always want what you can’t have? I’m a single girl living in one of the most beautiful places in California, so how come I can’t seem to find that one puzzle piece that makes my life like an episode of “Friends?” It’s more like watching reruns of “Sex and the City.” Find a guy. He’s an ass. Find another guy. He’s not quite an ass at first but then pulls the let’s-not-get-serious card and inevitably becomes an ass. Whine to my friends. Drink more vodka. Keep on keepin’ on. Story of my life.
Things are changing and as I watch my 20’s start to pass me by, I wonder if I’d even be happier with a steady boyfriend, hearty paycheck and a puppy named Couture. But the more I think about it, I’m not sure if that would change anything. What I can do is take what I’ve been given and run with it. The grass will always be greener on the other side, but hey… at least I’m not a single 30-year-old with a hazy life path (yet). And life has handed me lemonade. So now I’ll find someone whose life handed them vodka and party.
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