All posts tagged I’m Ridiculous
This past weekend, I visited my boyfriend, Chris, in Washington D.C. to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, I decided I should fly 1,000-ish miles from St. Louis with a homemade birthday cake for him. (Obviously.) This may seem like a bit of a hassle, but it surprisingly was not. Was it hilariously awesome? Affirmative. People ate it up. Not literally… but some wanted to.
Let me break my cake traveling process down for you: First, I had a man help me with my luggage for the “safety” of the cake. Then, when I was checking my bags, a group of Southwest employees ganged up on me saying they’d have to confiscate it. (And might I add that they kept disturbingly straight faces at first. Definitely threw my NOYOULIESTOPTRICKIN radar off.)
While waiting in the security check line, a man inquired about the future owner of the cake and demanded repeatedly that he [Chris] better downright appreciate it. (It’s cool, stranger man. You couldn’t have known that I have the sweetest guy alive.) Then the security guard announced to all with a chuckle that both laptops and special cakes should be placed in their own trays. And while the cake was moving through the X-ray machine, I heard her say, “I’m going to need to taste test this one.”
As I was boarding the plane, a fellow traveler stopped abruptly, cackled and proceeded to ask me 7.524 million questions about the cake. Once I made it on the plane, the flight attendant clapped and announced I’d brought cake for everyone while I walked down the aisle. And throughout all this, countless small children eyed the flying cake up and down with lust.
And all this took place before 7 a.m. Whew! Now I know how to make friends at the airport.
I dig social media. A lot. While my sister was gabbing on the phone during her teenage years, I was typing away on AIM during mine. Communicating via the Internet played a huge role during my developmental years.
This bothers me a bit— that I’m sickly addicted to the Internet. That’s probably not healthy. Yep. But I also see Facebook as an amazing reflection tool. I’ve never kept a journal. The idea has always been too time-consuming and formal to me. Facebook, on the otherhand, is extremely approachable and convenient, so I’m consistently jotting thoughts on it.
So, I decided last night to look at my status updates over the past few years, screen shoot my favorites and bundle them as a journal. It was a fun— I relived great moments and noticed I’m happier than I ever have been. Holleerrr. And in doing this, I realized Facebook is a journal as well as a sort of guestbook. Not only do you have personal reflection, you have interaction with and feedback from friends.
A handful of major communication themes emerged while I was going through my posts, and these are my favorite five. Check it:
5. Laughing with friends by being utterly ridiculous.
4. Building a support network for those with similar addictions..
3. Getting a little push when you’re struggling.
2. Appreciating and sharing simple joys.
1. Giving and receiving simple love.
I’m glad to have captured these moments and relationships, be they ridiculously quirky or sentimental. I’m sure I’ll be happy to look back at these tidbits in years to come. Thanks, Fbook, you little addictive devil you.
I was driving back from Kansas City while listening to Bon Iver (perfect sunset soundtrack) when I spotted some mighty fine bovine. So naturally, I exited the highway, drove four miles in the opposite direction and harassed the cows until I got some good shots. And then I thought it’d be really poetic to drive back to Columbia on the side roads for as long as possible. And theennn I drove past a huge “nude girls” sign/store while realizing I smelled like cow butt… and immediately got back on the highway. Yah. Pretty much.
Today, I noticed an interesting progression in my IDs.
Once upon a time, I was an innocent, sweet student full of ideas.
Then, after realizing I’d been in school for 18 years straight, I became a bit jaded.
And then, I entered the real world and evidently became the devil.