8 Things No One Tells You About Marriage

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8 Things No One Tells You About Marriage

The surprising, enlightening, and sometimes hard truths we all face after we walk down the aisle - and how they teach us about what love really means.

By Ylonda Gault Caviness

"...And they lived happily ever after." You're smart. You know life is no storybook. But admit it: Somewhere deep in your subconscious lurk romantic visions of Cinderella, or maybe Julia Roberts. The images may be sketchy and a little outdated, but you can still make out the silhouette of the bride and Prince Charming riding off into the sunset.

In real life, sometimes your Disney fairy tale ends up feeling more like a Wes Craven horror flick - and you're the chick who keeps falling down and screaming for her life. I've been there.

Let's face it, marriage is not for the faint of heart. You want to believe your pure love for each other will pull you through. And it does. But it ain't always pretty.

That may sound grim. But here's a secret: Sometimes it's the least romantic parts of marriage that have the most to teach you about yourself, your partner, and the nature of love. Read on for some simple truths that will unlock the surprising treasures and pleasures in your imperfect, unstorybook, real-life love.

1. You will look at the person lying next to you and wonder, "Is this it? Forever?"

When you get married, you think that as long as you pick the right guy - your soul mate - you'll be happy together until death do you part. Then you wake up one day and realize that no matter how great he is, he doesn't make you happy every moment of every day. In fact, some days you might wonder why you were in such a hurry to get married in the first place. You think to yourself, "This is so not what I signed up for."

Actually, it is. You just didn't realize it the day you and your guy were cramming wedding cake into each other's faces, clinking champagne glasses, and dancing the Electric Slide. Back then you had no idea that "for better and for worse" doesn't kick in only when life hands you a tragedy. Your relationship mettle is, in fact, most tested on a daily basis, when the utter sameness of day-in/day-out togetherness can sometimes make you want to run for the hills.

That's when the disappointment sneaks in, and maybe even a palpable sense of loneliness and grief. It's not him. It's just you, letting go of that sugarcoated fantasy of marriage that danced in your eyes the day you and your beloved posed in all those soft-focus wedding photos. You're learning that marriage isn't a destination; it's a journey filled with equal parts excitement and tedium.

Waking up from a good dream to face the harsh morning daylight may not seem like a reason to celebrate. But trust me, it is. Because once you let go of all the hokey stories of eternal bliss, you find that the reality of marriage is far richer and more rewarding than you ever could have guessed. Hard, yes. Frustrating, yes. But full of its own powerful, quiet enchantments just the same, and that's better than any fairy tale.

2. You'll work harder than you ever imagined.

Early on, when people say, "Marriage takes work," you assume "work" means being patient when he forgets to put down the toilet seat. In your naiveté, you think that you will struggle to accommodate some annoying habit, like persistent knuckle cracking or flatulence.

If only it were that easy. Human beings, you may have noticed, are not simple creatures. Your man has mysterious, unplumbed depths - and from where he sits, you're pretty complicated, too. You have to learn each other the same way that you once learned earth science or world geography. And getting married doesn't mean you're done - it just means you've advanced to graduate-level studies. That's because every time you think you've mastered the material, he'll change a bit. And so will you. As two people grow and evolve, the real work of marriage is finding a way to relate to and nurture each other in the process.

"It's like losing weight," says Andrea Harden, 45, of Buffalo, NY. "You want it to be a one-time deal. You lost it, now just live. But then you learn it's a lifestyle. That's marriage. The effort is a forever thing." So don't be too hard on yourself - or him - on those days when you feel like you're struggling through remedial math.

3. You will sometimes go to bed mad (and maybe even wake up madder).

Whoever decided to tell newlyweds "Never go to bed angry" doesn't know what it's like inside a bedroom where tears and accusations fly as one spouse talks the other into a woozy stupor until night meets the dawn. If this scenario sounds familiar, I've got three words for you: Sleep on it.

You need to calm down. You need to gain perspective. You need to just give it a rest. I've found that an argument of any quality, like a fine wine, needs to breathe. A break in the action will help you figure out whether you're angry, hurt, or both, and then pinpoint the exact source. Maybe the fight that seemed to erupt over the overflowing garbage can is really about feeling underappreciated. Could be you're both stressed out at work and just needed to unload on someone. Taking a break will help you see that, and let go. Or maybe you really do have a legitimate disagreement to work out. Without a time-out, sometimes a perfectly good argument can turn into an endless round of silly back-and-forth, rehashing old and irrelevant transgressions as you get more and more wound up.

Even when you do manage to stay focused and on topic, there are some fights that stubbornly refuse to die by bedtime. And if you stifle your real feelings just to meet some arbitrary deadline, your marriage will surely be the worse for it. "This was a huge lesson for me," says Andrea. "As women we've been trained to make nice. But the whole kiss-and-make-up thing just to keep the peace was eating me up inside. I'd let things build up inside me until I just exploded. Now I wait a while to get hold of myself - let the emotions settle a bit - and state my position. Even if that means reopening the fight the next day."

4. You will go without sex - sometimes for a long time - and that's okay.

There are few men in the Western world sexier than my husband. And I don't say this because I know he may read this article. I've seen women checking him out when they think I'm not looking. (Honestly, ladies, you don't have to sneak a peek. I don't mind if you stare.) That said, there are times that I just don't feel like having sex - often for reasons that have nothing to do with Genoveso. (See? Even his name is sexy.) I can't lie and say this is always okay with him. But the fact is, there are also plenty of nights when he's not in the mood. So maybe a few days go by when we don't do it. And then a few more. And....

Sexless periods are a natural part of married life. A dry spell isn't a sign that you've lost your mojo or that you'll never have sex again. It just means that maybe this week, sleep is more important than sex. (I don't know about you, but between work, 3 a.m. feedings, the PTA, soccer, T-ball, and everything else, I sometimes crave sleep the way a pimply, hormonal adolescent longs to cop a feel.)

And don't kid yourself; no one in America is doing it as often as popular culture would have you believe. Instead of worrying about how much you think you "should" be having sex, keep the focus on figuring out your own rhythm. "I used to think, What's happened to us? We always used to be in the mood," says 35-year-old Kim Henderson of Oakland, CA, who's been married for five years. "Now I know better. Life happens. My husband just started a new job. He has a long commute, and we have two small children. I think we're good."

The key is to make sure that even if you're not doing "it," you're still doing something-touching, kissing, hugging. Personally, my heart gets warm and mushy when my husband rubs my feet after a long, tiring day. He may not be anywhere near my G-spot, but that little bit of touch and attention keeps us connected even when we're not having spine-tingling sex.

5. Getting your way is usually not as important as finding a way to work together.

I can be a bit of a know-it-all. There, I said it. It's really not my intention to be hurtful or brash with people I love. It's just that a lifetime of experience has taught me that in most areas, at most times, I am right about most things. What shocked me several years into my marriage, though, was the realization that the more "right" I was, the more discontented my husband and I were as a couple. See, oddly enough, throughout his life Genoveso has been under the misguided impression that he's right most of the time (go figure!). So we'd lock horns - often. That is, until I learned a few things.

Namely, that when it comes to certain disagreements, there is no right or wrong - there is simply your way of looking at things and your husband's. "I used to be very black-and-white earlier in our marriage," says Lindy Vincent, 38, who lives in Minneapolis. "Now I see that I'm not all right and my husband is not all wrong. There's more gray in life than I thought, and that's taught me patience and the value of compromise."

The more I get to know and appreciate my husband for who he is, the more I respect his positions. That doesn't mean I always agree with him. But I can see the value in striking a balance that satisfies us both. And instead of harping on how wrong he is, I can usually swallow the verbal vitriol and simply say something like, "I see your point" or "I hadn't considered that." After I sincerely acknowledge his view, it seems to become easier for him to hear mine. And because I know I'm being heard, most of the time now, I don't even want to prove how right I am anymore. Funny how that works, isn't it?

6. A great marriage doesn't mean no conflict; it simply means a couple keeps trying to get it right.

Maybe you think that because of my newfound wisdom, Genoveso and I never fight anymore. Ha! As important as it is to strike a balance, it's also important to have a big, fat fight every now and then. Because when you fight, you don't just raise your voices; you raise real - sometimes buried - issues that challenge you to come to a clearer understanding of you, your man, and your relationship. I wouldn't give up our fights for anything in the world, because I know in the end they won't break us; they'll only make us stronger.

7. You'll realize that you can only change yourself.

Ever seen the '80s sci-fi cult classic Making Mr. Right? When the stylish heroine, played by Ann Magnuson, is hired to teach a robot how to act like a human, she seizes the chance to create a perfect guy. A hotshot commercial whiz, she uses her marketing prowess to shape John Malkovich's android character into her personal version of the ideal man - sensitive, eager to please, and willing to listen.

There is a bit of that makeover fantasy in all of us - something that makes us believe we can change the person we love, make him just a little bit closer to perfect. We may use support and empathy or shouts and ultimatums, but with dogged conviction we take on this huge responsibility, convinced we're doing the right thing.

Whatever our motives, the effort is exhausting. Transforming a full-grown man - stripping him of decades-old habits, beliefs, and idiosyncrasies - is truly an impossible task. And you will come to realize, sooner than later if you're lucky, that it is far easier to change the way you respond to him.

Here's a perfect case in point: "I used to go off on my husband because he didn't empty the sink trap when he cleaned the kitchen," says Kimberly Seals Allers, 36, of Bay Shore, NY. "It got me nowhere; my rants only made him resentful. Now I come home and when the kitchen looks clean, I'm like, 'Cool, now all I have to do is empty the sink trap.'"

8. As you face your fears and insecurities, you will find out what you're really made of.

I've got issues. Trust issues. Control issues. And others, I'm sure, that I've yet to fully discover. I guess I've always known I wasn't perfect. But in more than a decade of marriage, I've been smacked upside the head with the cold, hard evidence.

There were clues when Genoveso and I were dating, especially with the trust thing. Early on, I was super-suspicious of him. He used to say things like, "I'll call you at 8." Then, just to try to trip me up, he'd call at 8. I knew he was up to something, I just couldn't figure out what. The same kinds of experiences followed after the wedding. Except occasionally he would actually mess up. And I had no sense of scale when it came to rating his offenses; everything was a major violation. Whether he teased me about a new haircut or came home late, I seethed for days and even let thoughts of divorce creep into my head. I figured, if he loved me - really and truly - this stuff wouldn't happen.

I'd like to be able to say that this irrational behavior lasted only a few months and I eventually worked it out. Kind of, sort of, is closer to the truth. After years of looking deeply into my soul and talking to good friends and the best sister a girl could ever have, I've come to recognize certain things about myself. Not to get all Dr. Phil about it, but I've had to examine my history with an emotionally distant dad and a strong-willed mom and face up to all the ways, both good and bad, that those relationships have affected how I approach my marriage.

I still struggle as a work in progress. But I am completely clear in the knowledge that many of the deepest frustrations in your relationship are an opportunity for you to confront yourself. That can be difficult to accept - after all, it's so much more comforting to keep a running tab of your hubby's deficits and tell yourself that his failings are the only thing standing between you and a better marriage. But if you let it, this bumpy journey toward self-awareness can be one of the more fulfilling rewards of a committed, long-term relationship - you'll learn to love your quirks and be compassionate toward yourself, just as you're learning to do with him.

That's the strange beauty of marriage: It's full of hard times and hard lessons that no one can ever prepare you for. But in the end, those are the things that give richness to your life together - and make your love even deeper and stronger than when it began.

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Found this on Perez Hilton of all places...

Sharing The Wealth

Internet Trolls

I don’t have any trolls. I don’t have any readers either. I don’t think I even have people who stumble upon my blog accidentally. But I read other peoples blogs. Specifically I read 5 other peoples blogs on a regular basis. I continue to read them because I like them for one reason or another. I’ve also read other blogs that had no appeal to me, so I didn‘t go back. I‘ve also read some blogs that TOTALLY OFFENDED ME (which is hard to believe, I know). Those sites, the offensive ones, I also just didn’t go back. I didn’t waste my time putting together a long drawn-out email or comment about how offensive I found them or what a waste of bandwidth I thought they were. What for? I have better things to do with my time… like write random blog posts that no one reads.

Blasphemy!!!

Alex Lambert should NOT have missed the top 12!!!! Yeah, he’s got a horrid haircut, and it’s surprising you can even see his hair because he’s all pulled up into his turtle shell. But his RAW TALENT is far superior to anything tim urban & aaron kelly could ever do. aaron kelly is the one that should have went home - that little shit head just gets on my nerve! America, what the hell is wrong with you?!?!?!?!?

AND: Lilly Scott & Kaitlyn Epperly should have been in the top 12 before lacey brown, katie stevens or paige whatever-her-last-name-is got anywhere close to the top 12.

TMI

I’ve recently learned that yeast infections are God’s way of reminding me that I’m not invincible.

That should have been ME???????

I just found out that my first true love (who I'll call E) is now married. He and I were head over heals in love, but that's kind of how it works when you're 18/19. We met online and became the best of online/phone friends. After some time E confessed his feelings for me, but I was already in a relationship w/ a no good loser (know simply as loser or pencil dick) who I stupidly gave my virginity to. After things ended w/ loser, E & I remained friends, he still having feelings for me, but me being too hung up on loser. Come NYE of 1999, E told me he would be going to the beach w/ his family, and I got jealous. I don't know why, we lived 2,195 miles apart, so it's not like we could spend it together anyhow. Even if we spent it together on the phone, it would have been weird celebrating at 12am Central time and again at 12am West Coast time. Not to long after that I confessed my jealousy and admitted to him and myself that I did indeed have feelings for him too. To make a long story short, we became a couple, despite the distance. The fall after graduated high school, I packed up my belongings and drove across the country to be with him. To make a long story short, we didn’t make it very long. Regardless of how much we loved each other we learned that things about the other that we didn’t like. Nothing big, just little things – but things that you can’t possibly know about someone who you are not around on a regular basis. It sucked and I cried a lot for the next several months. And 9 mo. after I moved there, I packed up my belongings once again and drove back across the country to my home town. Once I was out of his little bitty town w/ nothing to do (not even a 24-hr Wal-mart) and back home, I started to heal and realized just how wrong we were for each other, but I still loved him cause he was a great guy. I still love him and still think he’s a great guy. Granted, this was about 10 yrs ago, but still. He’s one of the few guys I’ve dated that didn’t end up being a jackass, and he also showed me what a real relationship was like, as my parents did not provide very good examples of healthy relationships. Anyway, I didn’t talk to him after I moved home in 2001, not until 2006, 1 ½ yrs after I moved to Nashville. We had a good phone call catching up, and we friended each other on myspace, but that was the end of it. He ended up contacting me again some time later to discuss how things ended with us. He said he always felt bad about how he ended things, not giving me much of a reason other than he couldn’t see himself marrying me. I told him he shouldn’t feel bad, cause he (or our relationship) provided me w/ a lot of tools that my parents had never given me, and that after I was “over” our breakup, I also realized that we weren’t meant to be together. It wasn’t a long conversation, but we both felt like we had a little more closure. Since I no longer use my myspace page & have deleted it, I figured I’d try to find him on Facebook, just to say hi & see how things are going. I found him, and his profile is 99% private, but his profile picture is of him in a tux, gazing into the eyes of his bride. In the microscopic second it took me to see what I was seeing, I felt two very different emotions simultaneously. The first was “aww, congrats E!” and the second was “that should have been me!” Quite the oxymoron. I’m truly happy for E. I always knew that someday he’d make one woman very happy, and I’m happy about that. I don’t know who she is, but she must be one lucky lady to have won his love.

Entitled

I'm one lucky girl! We have a cafeteria at my place of employment, so I don't have to pack a meal (something I'm horrible at), or go out in the frigid cold to find some grub. And it's located only one floor below me. It's still cafeteria food though, but I digress. So, along w/ shitty cafeteria food, we have a wall of vending machines. What more could a fat girl ask for? Being the lazy fatty that I am, I usually take the elevator down to the cafe, cause I'm a lazy fatty. Well, today, at breakfast, I took the stairs down! Holy shit - she walked down one whole flight of stairs! I took the lift back up, but still, pretty impressive, right?!?! Hold your horses, cause there's more! At lunch, I took the stairs again! AND I ORDERED A SALAD W/ GRILLED CHICKEN - WITHOUT DRESSING! I normally eat something much more hearty & filling for lunch, so come 3:30, I was hungry, which ENTITLED me to a snack from the wall of vending machines. So, along w/ my 20 oz of Diet Pepsi for $1.25, I also purchased a $0.75 pkg of cream cheese & chive cracker sandwhiches, as well as a $1.00 EXTRA CRISPY Kit Kat. I think my grilled chicken salad more than entitles me to that plethora of calories for my afternoon snack, don't you?

I've never been so releaved in all my life...

I've never been so releaved in all my life... to have seen spotting in my drawls! Well, except for one summer when I was 17 and thought I might be prego from the time my then bf & I had unprotected sex on his sister's washing machine while she, her husband & their kids were asleep upstairs. So yeah, the spotting I found today explains why I've wanted to do nothing but stuff myself full of chips & salsa, and why since I've come home from my little excursion to hell (or, to visit family over Christmas) my pants seem more snug than usual, even though we didn't even have a Christmas feast. It also explains why I spent last night curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out about that dude not having called me since I got back from previously stated excursion to hell. I knew in my head I was being irrational, but IT HURT SO BAD that he's gone MIA since I returned home. Guess that's just what happens when a chick gets her period.

Ugh!

To all the people who feel they need to marinate themselves in their cologne/perfume, PLEASE STOP!

Disappointed & Confused For Other Reasons, But Consistantly Shallow, & Shit.

My last post was Monday. Today is Friday - New Years Day to be exact, so happy NY and all that shit. Since my last post I decided that I will give that dude the benefit of the doubt regarding the pics, but I still have every right to be fearful (aka shallow). I guess disappointed & confused come in to play since I haven't talked to him in a week. Unless he read my last post, which I highly doubt since no one reads this shit, I'm not sure what's up. I know all about the "He's Just Not That Into You" shit. I've sat back & not been a pest, trying to let him come to me, but not knowing what his deal is is making my skin itch! How do you go from multi-page emails to marathon phone calls to no phone calls or emails at all? I just don't get it, and it makes me want to cry & shit.

When that dude & I first started emailing & clicked, I got my hopes up that maybe, just maybe, I'd finaly have a date for NYE. This was my 28th consecutive NYE spent as a singleton. I don't know why it bothers me, but it does. I don't care nearly as much about Valentines or Birthdays or Christmas, but when it comes to NYE, it feels like I'm missing out since I don't have anyone to kiss at midnight. That also makes me want to cry & shit.

Disappointed, Confused & REALLY SHALLOW

To all of my many millions of readers, I'm sorry I've been MIA, but I can explain! I've met someone. Well, technically we haven't met in person, but have been communicating by email for a few months, and now by phone for the past few weeks. We seem to have hit it off. We kind of "get" eachother - which is a feeling I'm not used to. I had to go out of town for Christmas last week, and we talked for 3 hours or more on the phone most nights. And by night I mean into the far end of the early morning hours. If you knew me in real life, you'd know I like sleep and I value it more than gold cause my life & bouts of insomnia normally allow for very little of it. It's so not like me to sit on the phone, especially when I can be SLEEPING. Anyway, we were introduced through EHarmony, although neither of us are members, and we exchanged photos at the begining. I'm fat, have bad skin and I'm UN-photogenic, and therefore hate having my picture taken, so naturally I sent him photos of me looking my best, and they are all 2-10 yrs old. But I swear I still look the same as the most recent one... when my hair & makeup is done, which is rare. He sent me some pics too, and while I wasn't all, "OMG, he's so hot!" I felt there was potential. Since he's a he, I figured, alright, I assumed, he looked just like his pics, cause he's a he and all and couldn't hide behind hair & makeup in photos like I do. Well, long story short, we are now facebook friends, and by clicking on one of his friend's pages I was able to see some pics of him from a few weeks ago. I don't want to admit this, but I'm going to. I was kind of repulsed. Those pics look like a very different person. He told me at the begining that he didn't have very many pics of himself, and I figured, ok, assumed, that he was un-photogenic like me, but he more or less looked like the pics he sent. I never asked. Maybe I should have asked, but how does one ask THAT? Now I'm stuck w/ the fear that if we meet he'll look like the pics on his friends page instead of looking like the pics he sent me that I wasn't repulsed by. I'm not getting any younger or skinnier, so I feel compelled to keep things going & to meet & hope with hope that I've never had before that in person he looks more like the pics he sent and the other ones were just REALLY BAD PICTURES. I had enough trepidation about meeting & revealing me prior to this development. Now this? This is too much anxiety.

1941.12.07

In rememberance of the countless lives lost.

Spoiler Alert: Twilight / New Moon

Let me start by saying that I haven’t read the books - yet. I actually had no intentions of seeing the movies either until a few months ago. My sister mentioned that she had not planned on watching the Twilight DVD, but did, ended up loving it & was now reading the books. I borrowed it figuring it was something to watch the next time my insomnia set in – which ended up being that night. And I watched it multiple times before giving it back to her. New Moon could not come to theatres soon enough. I’ve seen it twice already, and it’s only been out for less than two weeks.

At the end of Twilight (movie), Emmet, Alice & Jasper were all there in the background destroying James, when Carlisle & Edward were tending to Bella & her bleeding . I’m curious as to why Edward (whom I frequently & mistakenly call Edmond – don’t know why) had to be the one to suck the poison out of Bella. Carlisle is a doctor who is around blood constantly and can obviously control himself. Why did he make Edward do it instead of just doing it himself? I figured it was some kind of metaphor for E’s love for B if he could keep from killing her; end of story.

Cut to New Moon & the birthday scene. B’s paper cut is miniscule, and Jasper goes crazy. There’s blood, they’re in a small space, he wants her, I get it. But if you go back to the end of Twilight, isn’t B bleeding a whole lot more than now w/ the paper cut? I know she gets cut worse when E pushes her back, but he only pushed her bcz Jasper was going to get her. Why wouldn’t Jasper have gone after her at the ballet studio in Twilight when there was more blood? I mean, first she pulled a large shard of the shattered mirror out of her leg & when E tried to get her away from James, she ended up being flung across the floor that was covered in more shards of the shattered mirror. Did Jasper not notice this because he was too busy w/ James? This just doesn’t make sense to me.

Sickening

When did it become okay to take your sick kid over to someone else's home? I'm all about parent taking date nights, but not when there is a sick kid involved. Don't call and ask to bring your kids over so you can go see a movie w/out disclosing to everyone in the house that the kid is on the end of a cold. Now I have a cold, and I'm rather displeased about it. Clearly.

Fat Like Me

Have you ever been told you weren’t fat enough? I have. I once dated a guy named Kevin who told me (when I weighed 250 lbs.) that if we were to have a future together, that I’d have to gain some more weight. I struggled w/ this for a couple more dates and then figured what the hell, why not. But then he disappeared. Not disappeared as in literally disappeared, but stopped returning calls & that typical thing that guys do when they are done w/ a girl. This was obviously better for me, seeing as how I’d rather not be w/ a guy more cornered about his sexual attraction to me than my health and well being. Shit, I’m barely 5’4” and I’ve been nothing but in pain since I reached the 200 lb. mark. Sometimes I think about the time I spent with him, and besides the surprise of finding a guy who was turned on by my size, I guess I am still more surprised by my willingness to do what he wanted just to keep him around.

HOT-FLASHING AT 27

What the fuck? I know it’s November and all, but seriously… That doesn’t mean temperatures have automatically plummeted. I shouldn’t have to sit next to the nearest exterior doors and/or windows hoping for drafty single pane glass. Turn the thermostat back down, and take the logs OFF the fire.

What I Do Get

Audrey Hepburn.
She’s a classic & timeless beauty, and obviously a great actress.

What I Don’t Get

Woody Allen.

His movies or his personal life.

Less Is More

I hate knick-knacks, aka bric-a-brac, aka chatchkeys. First off, who the hell came up with these names? Whoever it was needs to be shot. But despite what you call it all, it’s still just a bunch of shit. Yes, I said it, SHIT! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Ignorance Is Bliss

I know someone who has a bumper sticker that reads as follows:

If 10% is good enough for God, then it’s good enough for the IRS.

Haha! The ironic hilarity of that statement is a good laugh. The better part of it for me is that the person who this belongs to is someone who barely even contributes to society, much less financially. They work minimum pay jobs, I mean, between drunken out bursts and DUIs. I’d love for people who think like this bumper sticker to get a clue.

A Simple Explanation On Why Women Give BJs

We know he likes it and we want to give him what he wants. Also, in that moment we are in complete control (given the teeth/skin situation), and some of us get off on that.

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The Colbert Report: The Word
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GOOD GOD!

They are like moths to my flame. Why does it always seem that I attract the most eccentric strangers? Don’t get me wrong - I like eccentric, I’m eccentric, but I don’t like people who are the MOST eccentric of the eccentrics and make me feel uncomfortable.

This past weekend I was in Atlanta for a workshop given by Dr. Brian Weiss - a psychiatrist who is/was a pioneer in past life regression therapy. Being the anal-retentive freak that I am, I showed up an hour before everything started. I was sitting alone (just how I like it) and out of the blue, a woman old enough to be my mother approaches me asking if I’m by myself & would like to go sit with her - cause she just hates to be alone at these things. That right there should have given me cause for concern, as I can’t stand people who can’t stand to be alone; they tend to be needy and completely dependent on others. Given my complete lack of ability in asserting myself w/ strangers, especially when caught off guard, I said sure. But I figured, “I’m alone and it’s always nice to meet new people.”

So I collect my things & follow her down to her choice of seats, although the view wasn’t nearly as good as the section I was already in. When plopping my self in the auditorium seat, I made sure to leave an empty seat between us. What can I say? I’m a big girl & I like to keep my personal bubble fully intact, especially around strangers. I always leave a space cushion between me & the next person, unless I’m related to them (but not always), good friends with them (but not always), or fucking them (but not always). Anyone want to guess what she does next? Yup, she saw I left an open seat between us, gets up, and fills that damn empty seat!

I tried not to be annoyed by this as Mary, who I learned is an Ohio native currently living in Florida & selling real estate, tells me about her daughter who just became a teacher that works with underprivileged kids. When we finally get a moment of awkward silence, I pull the new (well, relatively speaking) go-to move of whipping out my cell phone & pretending to read the msgs on my screen. This is where I should tell you that I don’t actually have msgs on my screen since I don't have texting. Not just because I don’t want to, but also simply because my phone isn’t even equipped with texting services.

As much as I hate how people are always buried in their cell phones, I knew this would be my only chance to get away. I mean, I certainly couldn’t tell her that she made me uncomfortable by invading my personal space, or by questioning my spiritual beliefs when I told her I don’t “follow” Dr. Weiss - seeing as he is a mental health professional, not a guru or new age leader.

As I diligently pretended to be very involved in my cell, I excused myself & waved my phone - the universal signal for “I need to pretend to make a call so I can get away from you.” Alas, I got away - and I didn’t even have to experience the awkwardness of bumping into her at any point later in the day.

The workshop, which I’ll write about more later, was very good. I was nervous at first, but it was a pretty life changing day. But those details are for another post. As this is the tale of yet another weirdo that I attracted while out and about. Maybe Dr. Weiss can regress me to the point & time of when I put a big ass flashing neon light upon my forehead that reads Weirdoes Inquire Here!

Blast From The Past: Justin Morneau

Not much unlike now, when I was in HS, my extra cirricular time was spent online. The difference is when I was in HS, my online time was spent chatting w/ random guys in distance cities and states. Now it's just spent reading other people's blogs & random sites. One of those random guys when I was in HS was a 19 yr. old kid named Justin Morneau, who was living near my dad in FL, playing some sort of minor league baseball, trying to work his way up to the big leagues. I remember him specifically because he played a stupid game w/ me, trying to get me to pronounce his name, which I didn't have a clue. When he was done w/ the game, he told me it rhymed w/ porno. Like most long distance HS internet flings, we only talked a few weeks or months, then we were bored w/ eachother & moved on.

A few weeks ago I pulled up a search engine, and this was the picture for the feature story:





Crazy pic, right? So I clicked the link to get the details, and guess who it is! Justin Morneau! Apparently he now plays in MLB for the Twins, recently signed a bazillion dollar deal, and just got married.

Who knows. Maybe if I had been more serious about going to college in FL after HS was out, we could have reconnected, and I could be the wife of the bazillionaire MLB player.

I can’t concentrate.

I’m sitting at Panera, trying to eat & do a little research, but can't concentrate due to the horrendous 1st date going on behind me. I just can’t help but laugh at the middle aged and not so attractive dude, who’s date is actually attractive, shoot himself in the foot by spouting off bullshit about political policies he clearly doesn’t know anything about - other than what‘s been spoon fed to him by his favorite fox news shows.

By the way, do people not realize that political commentators are NOT political authorities? They are paid entertainers. This is how they earn their salaries: They saying outrageous things that draw in an audience of like minded minions. Advertisers see the number of people the show attracts, and is therefore willing to pay to advertise during that time slot. Knowing that the more viewers the show has, the more the show can charge advertisers, hosts then compete with each other to say something more over the top than the last one, thus bringing more viewers to their show, which translates into more advertising dollars, which means a bigger paycheck for said host. Even that jackass Rush Limbaugh admits to this and calls his show entertainment.

Anyway, back to my original post… You can tell by the look on her face and her distant “uh-huh” replies that she, a) doesn’t really give a shit, or b) can tell he’s too ignorant to actually have an honest discussion about the topic.

Poor girl. Clearly I feel sorry for her. So I’m going to go eat some german-chokolatekake for her.

2001.09.11

It’s been eight years, but I still clearly remember waking up around 11:30am that Tuesday morning, turning on the TV, and everything around me stopping. I wasn’t there and I don’t know anyone directly affected. That’s true for a lot of us. But it still hurts. Its still so fresh in our minds.

Apparently I’m NOT gay, just sad.

More from Your Art = Your Sexuality continued below…

After I stated my straight case, I was then told that I am sad. It was explained that I’m obviously sad because I’m single, which means I “don’t have love in” my life, and that is THE ONLY POSSIBLE EXPLANATION as to why I like black & white photography - because love in my life would make me choose color prints, not b&w, with inspirational sayings on them.

Nice, hey?