Love Sucks, But Not for Cat Ladies

In honor of my five month anniversary I would like to share with the world how much love sucks.  It sucks.  It really does.  I should just end this at that, but I'm pretty sure I owe it to myself to reason with my emotions.  Just to make sure I'm not overreacting.  Right?

I mean don't get me wrong.  There are so many perks to having another half.  Your soul mate.  Your pair.  The second sock.  The other pea in your pod.  It's nice having some one to cuddle with, telling you how important you are to them.  Letting you know the many reasons why your existence is of so much value to them.  Some one who can wake you up with a wonderful smile every morning, and put you to rest at night with that same smile.  It's nice to have some one who can take you to places and make you feel special.  It's nice to have a reason to dress up in that beautiful black dress, and curl you hair for a date night (At least for a female it is).  All of these things are nice.  But with love there is also war.

After the first month of un-realistic out-of-this-world happiness, life starts to kick you in the ass.  Frankly it's saying, "Wake up moron, you have to go to work and be miserable."  And if in case that doesn't suck enough, lets add a little bit of a spin to your love story.  *Insert suspicious texts* *Insert overused excuses* *Insert overpowering doubt*.  And then life says, "How do you like these apples now!?"  Well life let me tell you,  your apples suck!  Some of us may choose to strive away from the doubt for a while, but don't act like it doesn't bite you in the ass at night.  When you're up at two in the morning asking yourself why he doesn't wait up for your texts anymore, or why he doesn't show you as much affection anymore, or why he's got so many damn sluts on his social networks?  Why????!!!  Ladies, stop cheating yourselves.  You know you think the same way I do sometimes. 

Yes, most of the time we're just overreacting.  We tend to get a bit emotional on minor topics.  You're man is going to look at other women no matter how hot we are.  Let's not act like we don't do it too.

 But guys, when a woman is quiet that's when we need you to prove us wrong the most.  Don't you get it?  Tell us we're wrong about our doubts, but don't just tell us that, prove it! Show us that there is no other woman in the world better than the one that is by your side.  And when you're ex-girlfriend texts you and y'all tell us that you answered her back making us extremely jealous and doubtful, don't get upset.  Why the hell would you answer her? We're women, we overreact a lot to these situations!! Instead of going on the defense ranting about how you won't tell us when these things happen because we're childish, show us why we shouldn't get stupid.  Show us how your past is your past and it will not get in the way of your present or future. 

On the flip side, women sometimes we need let our men breathe.  Just because we have an evil conniving mind and expect the worst in people doesn't necessarily mean men are the same way.  Some men are cute innocent puppies.  They make actions with the best interest in heart, and we just take our daily period rants and make them look like another Lord Voldemort.  Let's get their side of the story shan't we?

Take it from a woman that is now spending  her fifth month-aversary by herself.  Love is as wonderful as it is a horror movie.  But before you communicate out your problems how about you take five minutes for yourself and plan out what it is you feel, and why you feel that way.  Then go work things out with you men.  Okay ladies?  Otherwise you'll end up a crazy cat lady like I probably will now...  Actually now that I think about it, that wouldn't be too bad...

Let's Catch Up...

It's been hard to say why I had started a blog...and never wrote it in.  I guess I've always been afraid of everyone reading my personal thoughts.  But then, that's what a diary is for. Isn't it?

But it's time to see this in a new perspective.  Instead of writing so I can see what others feel of my work, how come I've never written to just let go of my anger and frustration?  But once again, isn't that what a diary is for?  Well who cares,  this...is my public diary.  I've come to conclude that I have nothing to be embarrassed about.  My audience doesn't know me.  And I don't know my audience.  Yet I'm pretty sure there are many who encounter the same day by day tribulations that I do.  So, why not give each other a helping hand.  Advice is always much appreciated!

Since my last (and only -_-) blog, a couple of changes have occurred in my life...  My engagement was broken, due to sad heart breaking revelations that I don't wish to discuss at the moment.  But I am in a relationship with a guy I shall dub "Big Daddy".  How's that for a code name, huh?  I can't say it's been the best relationship I've ever had.  Since I've matured so much in such a small amount of time I now consider myself an extremely realistic human being.  Note I said realistic, not pessimistic...no need to be down on everything.  I take pride in being able to "tell it how I feel it"-but not to the point of line crossing.  There's no need to get yourself in trouble all the time.  Yet, I feel like I am now more able to express how I feel and what I think (which is why I say it hasn't been the best relationship; it's had its ups and downs).  But "Big Daddy" is a wonderful man, whose definitely been a big part is helping break down my shell, I should say?  Love you "Big Daddy"...

What else is new?  I've started a wonderful employment opportunity at an online children's clothing company called "Smockadot Kids".  I was hired to monogram clothing (it's pretty cool), but I also help out in the shipping department from time to time.  The coolest part of my job?  Getting to see the process of how an online store gets your purchases to your doorstep.  A to Z.  I'm super grateful I have this wonderful experience, and hope to learn from it. 

So how come I just remembered that I even had a blog, you say?  Well truth is I was watching Awkward.  Because I still consider myself to be a crazy teen girl who loves to watch scripted TV shows (even though I'm almost 21).  Why not?  I mean, they're the ones who have really made me feel like my problems aren't out of this world crazy.  I know that there are other crazy people out there like me.  At least the screen writers of these shows are...because who else comes up with the crazy day-to-day drama we see on these shows.  They do.  And who goes through that crazy whirl-wind of a ride we call life?  We do.  So, thank you Awkward.  You make me feel normal.

And it was until I was re-watching the first episode that I realized:  Maybe I'm not the only one with a messed up life that I'm trying to figure out as I go.  Maybe none of us are really alone.  And sometimes the only way to figure out the solution to your problems is by writing them out.

So hello to all my wonderful inter-webbers, and welcome to this wonderful mess I like to call:

Life