Screw Heartache

Today’s blog is mainly for those trying to deal with matters of the heart.

( Fast Update: Ex-BF left for his job that moved him last minute across country, meaning our plans to try and re-build are shot. That’d be understandable, except his opinion is to grow apart permanently. His chosen method of doing that? Not speaking to me at all. Cool. )

The heart is such a petty, fickle, stupid thing. I’d be better off being a-sexual, and adopting cute, chunky little babies on my own.

Laughing baby

Do you ever feel like your family has undermined you? I kind of blame them for my lack of ability not give a flying flip about a man. Of course, being raised in a matriarchal-facade where the women “run the show,” except can’t stand on their own two feet with out being supported by a man kind of does that to you. They fall to pieces when they find themselves in an unhealthy relationship, and when it goes sour, rarely stay single for more than a week at a time. Find love, run them off, and the cycle repeats. They are incapable of a health single-hood.

And of course media doesn’t help in the slightest. Books, movies, even songs are completely warped in the idea of “you can’t live with out them” bull. Its pretty much horse shit. (sorry Merkel) I read all sorts of fairy-tale centered love stories, and listened to the country music, and watched the romantic comedies and I’m pissed about it.

BUCK UP, LADIES! Everyone, for that matter. You’re only as happy as you allow yourself to be and while people enter and leave your lives every day: Pick those who will pull you higher, and those that drag you down: cut off.

I’ve started moving on from this guy a few times over, and keep handing out another chance. He has until the weekend… and if he still has chosen to find my friendship, my involvement in his life to be of such a lesser need than everything else, well… Its going to be a complete transition. Facebook? Blocked. iPhone? Blocked. All contact is going to be removed. Because its time I moved the heck on if this is the chosen path.

Love yourself first, and foremost. It’ll get lonely, and you’ll feel hopeless. Allow yourself one good, hard cry and then demand of yourself not to shed another tear. When it gets hard, remember it wont last forever and it sure the hell wont matter in the years to come.


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Don't Chase

7 Stages of Moving as Told by GIF

Craigslist is sketch, guys, let me tell you.

wierded out gif

I’m currently moving from my spacious, furnished, $750/month apartment to a small house a little ways off campus. So far I’ve been lucky– the house is adorably quaint, my roomie is nice enough, and I found a comfy futon for only $85 (mattress and all–YAY GOODWILL!). My current conquest is finding a dresser online (via craigslist) as I’m downsizing from a walk-in closet to a hole in the wall space.

As a college student, I’ve moved 6 times in the last 3 years. This is going to be my lucky number 7, and below you’ll find my stages of moving as told by gif:

Stage 1: Anxiety of finding a house.

Panic

 Stage 2: Hype after finding a house, ready to be moved into.

Born Ready

Stage 3: Denying and/or ignoring that you have to actually pack in order to move.

I haven't the faintest idea

Stage 4: Anxiety once you’ve waited to the last minute to pack.

Going to die

Stage 5: Do it All in One Day

Battle

Stage 6: Exhaustion after you’ve some how managed it (however poorly executed).

take a nap

Stage 7: False pretense of saying you’ll never procrastinate anything, ever, again in your life.

shake head gif 2

I’ve been blessed with some amazing friends that help me anytime I’m of need, and one of them is Dakota! Check out his blog by clicking here. (He’s also in this class!)


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Love you guys! Thanks for reading and wish me luck!