Digressive Ramblings

Sometimes I really think I care too much. It's a burden. Let's be honest we all have a friend on Facebook who we roll our eyes at when they post something about their pet thing. Maybe we get angry they post something AGAIN, maybe we laugh because they're posting something else. Maybe we just roll our eyes and unfollow them. I worry I am that person in all my friend's feed. My pet subject? Feminism.  I really wish I didn't care so much. I think life would be so much easier. Sometimes I get so jealous of my apathetic friends. The ones who just don't see the injustice or just don't care.  Sometimes it spews out past the general feminism issues into what (I hate that it is called this) some call "humanist" issues. When I see people being marginalized; I care. When I see people deciding to vilify someone because of their beliefs; I care. When I see someone post almost ANYTHING from Mr. X's blog; oh boy I care. (But really because his entire...

These things are making me happy today: Some Guy making fun of Twilight Meteor Showers like Whoa! A Spelling Bee for Cheaters Girls Night! Dinner is planned as well... I'm going to have a good weekend :) Now if only I didn't have to work... I need to refocus myself and work on marrying wealthy again... I wasn't made to work long hours oh and a last minute addition: GENIUS

Do you speak Michellese? It's a very weird language full of words with different meanings, large words that are quite verbose and that people don't expect to be part of it, and general modification of word tenses. Who says it can't get nervous somewhere? Anyway, that's not what I wanted to write about... I wanted to talk about the fact that I am a nervous person, that it is, in fact, getting a bit nervous in here. It's not that I'm nervous like one of those jumpy people that are constantly twitching I'm just at a point in my life where I'm nervous about a lot of things. For instance, my life. Let me explain... I am not a lucky person... and I'm really okay with that. I truly believe that God gives you one of two traits when it comes to luck either you're lucky or you're blessed with the ability to laugh at your unluckiness. I was thinking about going through my friends to list a few examples... but I think that might lead to more drama...

I'm 5'10.5 ... I feel like that needs to be said right from the start. So, now that is in print for everyone to digest the story is ready to begin. Today I'm wearing my favorite shoes at work today. They are are sight to behold in my opinion. They make me happy. They are beautiful, brown, designer and are pretty much perfect. I still remember taking the tissue off the buckles on the shoes and the feeling I had... I assume it's similar to the feeling a parent has when they see their child take their first steps... So I'm walking down one of the many pathways that snake around my office I had a realization that might sound crazy and one I've had before but it never seems to cease to amaze me- the realization? I'm tall. And not just tall for a girl, I'm tall for a human being. A quick google search tells me that the average woman in the United States is only 5'3! And the average male height is 5'9 . Here's the thing though... i always forget ...

Today I realized there are some things that make me happy that shouldn't. For instance, today I was walking through my office and I passed the facilities guy. He was straining to reach the top of the coffee maker, to pour coffee beans into the grinder reservoir because he was about 5'5. I walked by this scene at about 6'1 due to the heels and I couldn't help it I chuckled at him, it wasn't too loud or anything he probably didn't hear... but then it made me realize there are things in this world that make me happy that shouldn't. Here's the list I've come up on the spur of the moment. being taller than guys who obviously have a Napoleon complex- these are the guys that spend massive time in the gym because they think people won't notice they are short because they are cut. when people run into stuff. I feel justified in this though because I run into stuff all the time and not only do I laugh... I expect them to as well. Showing other people g...