Issues
Oh boy. Unemployment and money worries make you mad and grumpy, also you feel very sorry for yourself. That said I will proceed to complain...
I was about to post about my lack of girlfriends, but then I went to one of these message boards I read and now I switched to "I'm SO mad" from "I'm SO sad".
It's an easy transition. Very smooth. Don't you worry about me.
I just have to say how upset I get by people who think along their "party line". (Lincoln you can go skip the next few lines, as you've heard this from me way too often.) This attitude of: "I'm xyz (fill in: republican, democrat, vegetarian, moron...) and therefore my opinion is xyz and I don't have to think twice about anything because my affiliation speaks for me and has it all figured out already."
I have seen this logic followed into the most ridiculous issues! It works like this: If your party of preference recommends healthy nutrition and advises against excercising, you will eat healthy yet you will avoid strenous activities. It doesn't matter that maybe both are related and are bound by a certain logic, because you are one of "those, that eat right but won't move". You're in that group. You're part of that big and lovely brotherhood of people who think alike. Now, isn't that comforting? It also takes care of that painful struggle for a unique identity. It helps you determine who you are, for everybody to recognize. Why bother with painfully trying to figure out what you can stand for and what not? Join the group, the group will tell you who to be!
Alright. I'm done with this part.
Now back to feeling sorry for myself. Lincoln was mentioning about having friends over for grilling. It's a great idea, but it'll be a group of guys again. Nothing against guys, but I need girlfriends! I'm surprised I haven't turned into a "dude" myself. With all that college-guy-flair around me, you'd think I just melted with the surroundings. Didn't happen. I want to do fun girl stuff. Watching movies without terrifying screams and realistic gun fights. No space ships and cool gangster moves. Give me unrealistic relationships, pretty happy endings, predictable feel-good-plots. I want to eat too much dessert and someone to make me feel good about it. I want to talk about other people and their relationships. For a LONG time. I want to criticize other women on tv. I need to go dancing...! Or just do it in my living room feeling silly. I need some girlfriends.
Alright, don't send me emails and comments now, how everything will get better... I know that and I believe that, but tonight is the night to complain!
Posted at 08:35 PM on October 02, 2002
ok, in order no to comfort you I promise to behave like a guy when I visit you (I don't know if I can but I'll try really hard :-)))))))
jetzt im ernst: jammern hilft, das weiß ich aus erfahrung; um was positives denken und tun zu können, muss man zuerst ordentlich jammern und sich arm vorkommen, und zwar immer wieder, bis man genug davon und keine lust mehr drauf hat ;-): also nur zu, ich höre mir das gerne an und lese es auch gerne - außerdem fühle ich mich dann viel besser, wenn ich selber höchstunzufrieden bin - bist also eine hilfe :-)
Miiit !? Heißt auf Lukisch : ich will auch.
Ich schließe mich Euch an.
Hab auch (zu) viele Männer ! Obwohl ich die meisten von ihnen liebe ( alle außer den beiden Gockeln und dem Kater; bei den Ameisen, die sich an die vielen Bröseln unterm Tisch ranmachen, mache ich keine geschlechtsspezifischen Unterschiede!).
Ich sage auch Jammern hilft ("Die Wahrheit befreit!"). Hab auch mit Ägern schon gute Erfahrungen gemacht! So zu sagen als Vorstufe zu einer konkreten Überlegung dazu, was ich mit der betreffenden Situation mache und wie ich mich dazu stelle.
Bussis
I need girlfriends too. Here's a solution: You two move to Washington DC. Then you and I will go to girlie movies and go out dancing. It'll be great. (Although, there are a lot of people here who let their political parties think for them...)
I also live in Washington DC, and really like the above suggestion from Katie about Dinka living in DC - come to town, Dinka, and I will dance in my living room with you anytime! ... To comment on your dilemma re. lack of girlfriends, whenever I get upset about that, I try to either call someone who will make me laugh, or I bake something. I mean something really rich and fattening. This suggestion, of course, has a limited number of outcomes (I gain weight or buy new pants) , but in the short run, it can really work. And then you can just share the rest with all of those boys.