Truths about life after Graduation.

So, I haven't written in ages. In fact, I've written one blog and then promptly forgot that I even had a blog. However, I was recently reminded (about 10 minutes ago in fact) that I need to write something else. There has probably never been a better time for me to become an avid blogger than now, as I have more time than I know what to do with, having just graduated college (it's 146 hours a week to be exact, just in case you were wondering.)

Graduating college is an interesting thing, because while it is a milestone and something to be proud of it tends to leave you with a "what now" outlook, and also, a very real and severe lack of motivation."why get out of bed today? I don't work, and I've worked my ass off for 4 years, I deserve an entire day in my bathrob eating cereal out of the box" one might think. This is a lovely thing, until about 3:00, this is about the time that you realize that you have done nothing with your day. However, the feeling passes after you spend 15 minutes convincing yourself that you deserve this, and there is nothing wrong with enjoying a day off. Then 6:00 rolls around, and the realization becomes that you really have done nothing with your day, and somehow, you begin to be convinced that this is how your life will be from here on out. Long, gruelling days in your bathrob, slightly nauseous from that entire box of trix you ate earlier that day, but it's ok, because you are among the elite who have a degree. Once you have re convinced yourself that you are fully deserving of this day, you ease into the marathon of Sister Wives that is on and forget about your troubles for another few hours. That is, until you begin to wonder, "how the hell did I ever accomplish getting a degree? I am so lazy. Why would any university give me a degree?" This cycle goes on for another few hours (you don't have to go to bed early, you don't have anything to get up for the next day and somehow, it feels like you are taking control of your own life by staying up until 4am for absolutely no reason) until you finally pass out, convinced you will never be happy again. Now, I can fully appreciate that this entire senario sounds completely depressing and like something that no one should ever go through, however, it happens. And after going through this a few times in the past week, I have realized a few very very important things.
1. Pants are in fact important, you cannot take on the day if you aren't wearing pants, and after a long day of self deprication and thinking that your life is going nowhere, pants become a small victory which leads you to other small victories throughout the day.
2. Getting pretty for no reason will make you feel better. Actually getting ready to go out, even if you aren't, boosts your confidence that maybe your life will be ok after all, because, hey, at least you look good and you've put your pants on today.
3. Even if you do deserve the entire day to lounge around and do nothing, that doesn't mean you have to, and after about one or two of those, you will realize that that isn't exactly what you actually want to do. (allow me to be clear, sometimes, lazy days are absolutely necessary, however, it's a fine line between a nice lazy day, and the 4th consecutive day that you haven't been out of your house)
Just by these three things, getting pants on in the morning, being put together (at least brush your hair, you don't need to look like a beauty queen, but you don't need to look like a train wreck either) and actually making the conscious decision to not lay around all day leads to the realization that graduating college is just another step, and there are more to come and you are not destined to live your life alone in your bathrob with various cereal boxes strewn about your house.

Introductions and Feelings about Bars

I've always liked the idea of Blogging, and I truly enjoy reading those random blogs that people write about the ridiculous things that happen in their lives. These two elements of my personality have led me to the moment - a moment which I do believe will later be described as insanity - to decide to write my very own blog. I have ridiculous things that happen in my life, and the world needs to know! Mind you, I am aware that my blogs will probably only be read by the people who know me, and therefore, they know all the ridiculous on goings in my life, however, I don't necessarily see that as a deterrent to writing them all down. Now that all of the explanation and reasoning has been written down, I feel as though I can go on writing a blog as though it is something that I have always done. So without further adieu:

I've decided that the best place to go when in need of an ego boost is to the Gay bar. Gay boy compliments are always the best kind to receive, because they are always genuine. Generally, there isn't a need to spare your feelings when telling you that those jeans make you look like a sausage stuffed into a too tight casing, or that shirt makes you look pregnant. This is particularly true, when the gay boy in question doesn't know you. This being said, when you are at a gay bar, surrounded by several men who have never met you, and could not care less about making you sad, and one of them turns to you and says "Aw, Honey, you're gorgeous" it is quite possibly the best compliment. Because: a. you know that they mean it and b. there isn't the ulterior motive of getting into your fabulous pants.

The problem that arises when one goes to a bar, and this is any bar I think, is the issue of creepers. I have a severe distaste for getting drunkenly hit on at a bar, even more so when someone introduces themselves five or six times. It's possible that I'm generally far to Sober to be able to appreciate the level of drunk that many people are at, but I feel like there is a right way and a wrong way to pick up on people in a bar. And staring at them with that " I just got out of jail, and you'll do" look isn't the right way. There should be a happy medium between staring at someone from across the room and never making a move, and surprising them from behind with a dry hump and an ass grab.

That's All for Tonight.