Another Dry Spell…

Still not that motivated to write, but I’m going to try again to talk about some stuff.  I’ve been having a pretty stressful past couple of weeks, with working five days a week and all the little problems that have sprung up here and there.  When I’m not working, I’m usually so tired that I just watch tv or sleep, so there really isn’t anything much to talk about in my life.  But I do have a couple of topics that I have been thinking on for awhile.  One of which is the way I think of the word “diet”.  I know it’s been an issue with most of my friends and family when I use the word (especially my parents).  My parents, when thinking about the term usually assume I want to lose weight and am on the verge of an eating disorder.  I can’t tell you how many times my mom has asked if I was eating enough food or if I have enough money for groceries.  But if you’ve ever seen me eat, you know I don’t have a bad relationship with food, in fact, I eat a lot.  I don’t think my parents consider all the definitions of the word diet before assuming what I mean.

Webster online defines it as, “a :food and drink regularly provided or consumed b : habitual nourishment c : the kind and amount of food prescribed for a person or animal for a special reason d : a regimen of eating and drinking sparingly so as to reduce one’s weight <going on a diet>”

I’ve had a couple of friends and such also get concerned over my usage of the word, but most of the time when I use it to talk about what I eat, I usually mean something along the lines of both b and c.  Yes I have gained some weight in college, and I do want to lose that, but more than that, I want to regulate my food (meaning weeding out the unhealthier things) to be and overall healthier person and such.  I exercise for the same reason.  As of right now, I don’t think I can lose the weight I have gained, so I’m not really trying on that, but I would like to maintain the weight I am at.  I know that my personal definition of the word is different than most people’s, because most people think of either a, but usually d when the word is used.  I know that this isn’t exactly and important or exciting post, but I feel like I should throw this out for my friends and readers to see.  That is all.


Writer’s Block Exercise: Take Two

Livejournal prompt: “Do you generally like or hate when people take photos of you? Do you feel anxious when friends post pictures of you online? Is your first inclination to link to them or hide them?”

When I log onto facebook on a boring Monday night (much like the one tonight) occasionally I feel the urge to look a people’s photos.  This is how I found out one difference between me and the majority of my friends on facebook.  In all of their pictures they are gracefully laughing with their mouths open just enough to know that they are indeed laughing and not imitating Kristen Stewart, but not open so wide as to look like a raging lunatic, or their hair is blowing  back behind them as they gracefully pose on a perfect white sand beach as the sun accentuates all of their perfections and hides all of the imperfections.  These people are photogenic and I almost never see a bad picture of them.  As for me, most of my pictures can be described as me sitting on the floor with my 8 chins hanging out and what appears to be half a plate of spaghetti spilled down the front of my shirt while one, or sometimes both of my eyes are closed and I’m clutching my side with laughter as my mouth hangs open at an odd angle.  Okay, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but I almost always look awful in my pictures.  And if there is a set of party pictures, there is almost always on of me in the shadowy background making a weird face (which I kind of find it neat how I manage to photobomb someone at least once at these parties.)  So no, I do not like most of my pictures and I get quite excited when I actually have a good one.

But I mostly chose this writer’s block exercise to write on because as my sister and brother-in-law have both pointed out before, people (mostly girls) handle pictures of themselves differently than they do of their friends.  Girls tend not to post those 8 chin pictures of themselves while that one of Ashley over there with pizza sauce on her face gets posted for the world to see.   I know, not every girl does this, and I myself try to be considerate, but I have known people who have done this.  And you see and laugh at these pictures all the time.  Just google drunk girl puking and you can see many fine examples of this.  Or don’t, because it is a bit gross.  Oh how their college days will forever haunt them heh heh.  But my point is that people should ask before posting potentially embarrassing photos, or maybe people should use the same standards to judge what should and should not go on the internet, because it can follow people.  Of course the picture of a bad hair day may not be a big deal, and the person themselves may find it funny, but I feel like with the way the internet is being used now (like employers looking at your facebook before hiring you) that maybe we should take a little more care about what goes up, and what should stay a personal joke between friends.

Writer’s Block Exercise: Take One

As I have said in my last post, I’m going to take measures to get me out of this long standing writer’s block.  I know I turned out a couple of things (poems and posts) but not nearly the number I usually turn out.  I just feel kind of eh about writing so I took my brother-in-law’s idea about heading over to livejournal and writing on their topic.  The topic today: “If you had the opportunity to know everything about the person you love, would you take it? Or would you avoid the possibility of getting hurt?”

My answer to this question is kind of simple, and doesn’t really have much to do with with getting hurt.  First, I think it is really important to know a lot about the person you love.  In fact, I believe it is almost necessary for two people to be in “love” because how can you love a person you don’t know?  However, I would not like to know everything because what’s the fun in that?  In theory I will be spending the majority of my life with said person and it would really be hard to have a conversation if I know everything about them.  I would also want them to actually have the trust and courage to tell things to me, I wouldn’t just want to know.  Plus, having that bit of mystery occasionally is exciting in a relationship.  I’m not saying that not knowing the big stuff isn’t important, but every detail would make things a bit unexciting, or so I would imagine.  So for me it isn’t a question of getting hurt, because I want to know the important things about the person I love, but I wouldn’t want to know everything.

Also, can you imagine how weird of a conversation it would be to talk about how when your partner was going through his or her awkward teen years they kissed their cousin in a strange attempt to outrage relatives leading to their first major crush?  Yeah, that’s right, I went there George Michael heh heh.  Yeah, some things are probably best left in the corner of your life gathering dust, only to be brought to the surface in a drunken game of Never Have I Ever or for blackmail.

That’s just about all I can actually write on the subject because I don’t really have much to say on the matter.  I think I’ll try a prompt tomorrow and see if I have more luck with that.  Leave your thoughts?  Maybe?  Heh heh who am I kidding?