1: There is value in cutting people out of your life. I know that sounds harsh, but we all have one or two people in our lives that really just seem to live to bring us down. Some people are just too immature, two-faced or…or downright disruptive to be a part of it.
2: Motherhood is an isolating thing. Technically, I started to learn this in 2010, but last year, Dominic was still tiny and easily toted. This year, as a 1 year old, he is into absolutely everything, so dragging him out inevitably means chasing him around. Basically, it comes down to whether or not your friends have kids themselves…and mine do not. Thankfully, I have made one “mommy” friend (along with her husband). Otherwise, I’d probably have a concussion from head-desking.
3: Staying organized is nearly impossible. I started the Fall semester with a perfect organization system…but about 3 weeks in, it was in shambles. I’ll, of course, make another attempt at it for the Spring semester.
4: I will never be able to grasp the things that society finds attractive. People actually DO think the “duckface” is hot. I still have no idea why they think that, but apparently, they do. Also, has anyone seen Uggs? ’nuff said.
5: You can absolutely not count on the general populous for common sense. I run into this at work constantly. Examples:
“Hi, I’d like a twelve pack of tacos…I want 8 crunchy tacos and 3 soft tacos.”
“Ma’am, that adds up to 11.”
“I’d like a chicken chalupa supreme, a carmel apple em-pan-dah, and…do you have onion rings?” Of course we don’t have onion rings. Its Taco Bell!
My personal favorite (this was in my General Psychology class and was asked in total seriousness:
“What is common sense? I mean…I don’t understand what you mean by common sense.”
6: Trolls will troll. And people will absolutely overreact to it. Recently, on the PostSecret iPhone app (the best app EVER!), imbeciles could not resist posting pictures of their genitals, of admittedly disturbing porn (Lets just say that I now consider “Two Girls, One Cup” to be tame), and other generally stupid stuff.
My philosophy? Scroll past it and don’t feed the trolls. Trolls LOVE attention. Its like crack to them. So, ignore them, they will get bored, and that’ll be that.
The general philosophy of the PS community? Post 500,000,000+ “secrets” about how “Ontario” and “New Jersey” (the locations from which the craziness were posted) are sick, evil, ruining post secret, etc. Remember what I said about trolls and attention-crack? They just posted more and more and more, and now the app has been taken down. I can only hope that Frank (the founder of PostSecret, an ongoing community art project filled with people’s secrets) will be able to fix it in such a way that it’ll be live again soon. Clicky the link. Don’t worry: none of the crazy stuff gets posted on the blog…people actually MAIL in postcards.
7: Too much of a good thing is too much. Loved Farmville. FREAKING LOVED IT. Until they started doing like 9 billion things at once and you could only keep up if you played all. day. long. Which I can’t/won’t. So…yeah. Dosvedanya, Farmville.
8: Do svidaniya means “Good-bye” or “Until we meet again” in Russian. Its my new favorite word. My old one was mariposita, which is “little butterfly” in Spanish.
9: Facebook is the fastest news source ever. I am pretty clicky on CNN. I really do follow the news, I swear. But I get most of the “big” stuff from Facebook before anywhere else. Before the President announced that the SEALs kicked bin Laden’s ass, I saw posts urging me to turn on the news. After that d-bag cop sprayed down peaceful protesters with pepper spray, I saw it first via posted memes. When my aunt died, I heard about it on Facebook before any of my immediate family had been notified. Its crazy.
10: I can be reduced to tears by a movie. Did you see the part in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 2 where Snape was sobbing over Lily Potter’s dead body? If Alan Rickman doesn’t win an Academy Award for that performance, the Oscars are freakin’ rigged!
11: You learn more about who you are and who you want to be every year.