New Years Eve......and Single

So here I am, the night before New Years Eve, contemplating whether or not I want to wear heels to the party I'm attending (*Deciding whether or not to wear heels to any event for me is like asking me whether I would enjoy a swift kick to the face. 9 times out of 10, the answer is no). While pondering the fate of my poor feet, I was also bombarded by thoughts of what the party would be like. Call me uncool......but this is the first real New Years Eve party I have ever attended. Most years, my New Years is spent watching the ball drop on the television with my family. It's also spent, strangely, with me laying face down on the ground. My mom is absolutely convinced that a stray bullet from nearby rowdy revellers might come through a window and smite me down, so she makes us lay on the ground to get out of harms way. We live in a nice neighborhood and all, but she is always worried, just like clockwork.

Anyway, as I thought about the party (which is boasted to include fireworks, tons of games, and loads of food), my mind somehow wandered to the thought of what I would be doing when the clock strikes twelve. Sadly, this year, it pains me to say..................I'm single.....

I know that having a significant other isn't a prerequisite for partaking in New Years merriment, but it still feels, I don't know, off to me. I blame this on media representations of what a truly "rockin" New Years entails.

It never fails. There is always a large party already in motion. Booze is flowing like water, and so is the confetti. Suddenly everyone notices that it's close to midnight. Everyone huddles around the TV, watching as the ball drop is about to begin. Then, it starts;10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! People lose their minds. People make toasts, sing Auld Lang Syne, and above all else..........kiss each other

As trivial as it may be, I would like that, to kiss the one I care about (at the moment anyway) as we bring in the new year. Of course there are alternatives. I could pull the ole "make out with a complete random stranger" or "hug your best gal pal as a substitute" or the best one "talk to the house plant while completely intoxicated" maneuver (*Don't pretend you haven't done that one before. We've all had our moment with a really "understanding" fern tree once. I am just woman enough to admit it).

As I toss around these options in my head, I become aware of the fact that none of them are appealing offers. So, what's a girl to do?

I'm not quite sure yet about it. I don't want to be a complete floozy around my friend's other guests, yet I don't want to be the awkward loner, mysteriously canoodling with the vase full of flowers either. That is why I leave the decision to you, my dear patrons. Any suggestions about ways to make the New Years moment not so bland?

Welcome Fellow Dreamers!

I've always wondered if something was wrong with me. Ever since I can remember, my mind has been preoccupied with the concept of love. It would be easy to think that I was just another young girl, swayed by the energy drink fueled- love machine I like to call "Disney", but this is not the case. I distinctly remember feeling what I thought was love WAY before seeing Beauty and the Beast (which I think was the first Disney movie I ever saw). Chasing a cute little blond boy around the sandbox and trying to hug him to no avail during kindergarten recess was my favorite pastime. I don't exactly remember what his name was (maybe Ryan?), but he helped to form the beginning of what I'd like to consider my love life, for better or worse...

Ever since that initial infatuation, I have been like a crackhead, looking for her next fix, if you will. Not a day goes by where I don't ruminate about love and it's complications, consequences, ramifications, etc in a wax-poetic fashion. Call me crazy if you want.................I'll be standing right next to you, nodding my head in agreement.

I know my obsession with that one little word is a bit extreme, but it seems to be in my blood. Thoughts of it never cease (whether I'm in a relationship or not). I also have a strong passion for writing, so combining the two seemed the most logical thing to do (besides buying a hoveround, even though I'm in my twenties. I'll explain my sick obsession with those things in a later post).

Anywho, my point is that I want to ruminate about that glorious word with others. Perhaps it will be an extremely cost-effective form of therapy for me (yes, I'm kind of cheap). But, more importantly, this may be a way to garner insight and different perspectives on things. I may be opinionated, but I am also a glutton for really great discussion.

So, what do you say? Are you brave enough to hope aboard this crazy train with me? Are you ready to make your brain cry uncle when trying to dissect things to their very cores?

Good, then you're my kind of people. Welcome aboard. Your seat is down the aisle and to the left......


PS: Feel free to comment and discuss as much as you want. It will make me very VERY VERY happy.