Is Single Over-Rated?

I got pulled over by a cop the other day. He didn’t like the way I pulled out in front of him. It was just a little too close. Was it illegal? No. Did I actually do anything wrong? No. That classifies the cop as an effing idiot in my mind. I wanted to shoot him then and there. Really? Well, at least his tires. I'd leave the shooting for someone else.

I’m told I might just have issues with authority.

I love being single. I look it as blessed freedom. For example, I spend my Friday nights going to dance parties at my studio and I love that there’s no one to ask if per chance I want to do something different…because I don’t.

To say the least, it would cramp my style. But yesterday someone popped the question, is freedom worth the lack of companionship? I don't know. Despite the fact humans were built for companionship I have doubts my need for it runs very deep. Hence, I’ve chosen my schoolbooks and other things over possible relationships in the past.

I’m still quite infatuated with the possibilities being single can lead to, but I will have to ponder on the other side for a while.  

Nothing beats hanging out with awesome people, and last weekend I had the opportunity to see a symphony in Seattle with these awesome people. I now know that the guy that stands up there waving his stick around actually has a purpose. Thank goodness for musically talented people to explain these things.

My body doesn’t like too much caffeine. It let me know that I was over-stepping my boundaries when I started getting weird muscle cramping in my neck. It also lowers a person’s ability to handle stress, which could lead to depression, which I suppose could lead to suicide. Who would’ve thought.

Leanne

My Halloween

On Halloween night I was doing non other than watching tv with my sister. Here’s the thing about living in the country: no one really goes trick or treating. If they do then they hop over to the nearest city where their Costumes will actually be seeing by neighbors. So needless to say, when a knock came on the door and the little innocent voices of “Trick or treat!” were said at the door, my sister and I both stared at each other with “Uhhhh” looks.

We were lazy. We hadn’t picked up any candy.

The doorbell rang.

“I feel horrible!” My sister said. “We’re ignoring children.”

The blinds were down, all but one light was off, maybe they could tell people were inside, but maybe not.

“Trick or treat!”

I crouched down on the couch. It just made me feel better to do that. Not that I could’ve been seeing anyway.

"They don't know we're ignoring them," I said, "We could be busy. You could be in the shower and I could have my ipod in."

I don't think that made her feel any better, but they eventually went away.

Here’s the thing. I once spent Halloween in the city where I was told, “Here’s the candy because children love to come trick or treating.” I thought, oh, that’s cool. But the city went dead early on. Like what the heck. And no one was out trick or treating. Good thing I didn’t schedule my night around that.

So, in all respects, I really wouldn’t have had any reason to believe in a country neighborhood where there are like no kids that we would get the only kids knocking on our door.

So there you have it. My 2010 Halloween. I ignored the pleas of innocent children, asking for a trick or treat.

I did go to my dance party. And I dressed up as a flapper girl. My brother went as the devil. And here we are, posing for the camera.

Leanne

My Fave Poem

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Why Perverted People Make Friends So Easily

Humor me please, and understand when I use the word perverted the def in this context would be someone who has no sense of ethics or morality.

I’ve never woken up one day and thought, “Dang, I’d love to be judged today!” Or, “Can’t wait to see their faces when I admit I messed up.”

If I’m around a self-respecting person I wont start talking about the skeletons in my closet. If they say, “How was your week?“ The words, “Oh, well, you know, I’m dealing with an addiction,” are not going to come out of my mouth, if I was dealing with an addiction. I don’t want to feel like I’m less of a human than they are. And some people appear pretty perfect. That’s hard to compete with.

Perverted people are going to make friends easier because when you’re around them you don’t feel like you’re below them. They wont judge you because…well, that would be hypocritical of them and chances are, they don’t care.

There’s a line in an Evanescence song that goes…”Always find my place among the ashes…” So, no matter what happens, if I take myself down to where the perverted people are then a part of me will feel like it has found its place. What part would that be exactly?

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?---Jeremiah 17:9

That part, I suppose.

Conclusion: “Perfect” people are usually more human than we think, and understand better and tend to be the ones who really end up caring (in my experience), but it would help if we could see that because if not, our tendency is to go down hill where we know we will for sure be accepted and not judged.

Leanne

I Touch You Once, I Touch You Twice

If I were to explain my absence I would say that it was because I was cramming for a test and had to put all mental energy into that, but I wont because that would just sound like a lame excuse. I am now a happy senior though.

My exam was on Marketing and it was a nice reminder of why I decided to go for an English degree.

Just to let all the women know, if you like a man but for whatever reason don't want him to know, there are a couple things you should avoid doing. These are subconscious things we start doing.

Run your hands through your hair

Lick your lips

Touch him...not like that but like that, get it? Usually on the hand, shoulder, or thigh when talking to him. And no, the thoughts going through your head are not, "Ooo, I'm touching him."  

Smile more

Tilt your head...no, it's not because you're listening to him more.

The rest of the facts are not as interesting. 

Why do I know this? Because ages ago (yes, 19 allows me to have a past that represents ages ago) I knew this man and came home one night and thought, I wonder if I do anything that would make him think I like him. To my shock I was doing everything listed. "Oh my gosh!" Yep, those were my thoughts. I had no idea there was a correlation. To think, I thought I was just being me.

Good news was, this man was not really all that in-tuned with such aspects of human nature.  

My little brother is funny. He walks into the room and in a girly voice says, "Do these jeans make my butt look big?"

Another time, I will list what men do.

Key words...loner, halloween, coffee, virginity

Rarely do I find myself disappointed in someone. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact I’m a loner. I love being alone. Don’t get me wrong. I love to socialize too. One of my hobbies is getting to know random people. Coffee shops is the best place for this and since I often have my computer and school books out, “What are you studying?” is the typical open liner. Highlight of any boring study day.

I've decided it’s all about what we want from someone that determines how disappointed in them we can be. If I don’t want anything from you, how then can you let me down? You really can’t.

As Halloween is coming up at my dance studio I decided that I need to go costume shopping. It gets tricky when you have to find something you can dance in. Last year I was real brilliant. I went as a ballroom dancer. Yep. That was my creative mind at work.

Oh! And I've recently dyed my hair. Honestly, I feel like my hair lost its virginity. It's a bittersweet thing. Sometimes I can't remember what I looked like before. I turned it espresso! I decided that I loved coffee so much I could no longer just drink it, I needed the color in my hair too. My hair looks almost black and I love it.

I think you should go dye your hair.

Leanne

If You Think Kissing Tells You Something

I think I should be allowed to drink at my delicate age of 19. Why? Because I look so good holding a wine glass.

Ummm...you have a dirty mind depending on what comes to your mind when I say...do you want a cup? Yes. You already have two...yeah, someone said that to me. Did I get it right away? You'll never know! Haha.

Apparently, a chemical is released in your brain when you kiss someone that makes you feel like you're in love (the one that is released during exercise...heart beating faster, breathing becoming deep and irregular). So sorry to break it to you sweethearts, but that had nothing to do with love. Let me spell it out for you honey...never mind, that would take too long.

I could also go into how your pupils become dilated in dim light, which makes you look friendlier, sexier, warmer, and inviting (why do you think people look better in sunglasses? Correct), so when you are having a candlelight dinner with your sexy date and they say, "I feel like we're sharing an intimate moment when I look into your eyes." You can say, "Oh no we're not, it's just that the pupils in my eyes are dilated and it's making you think this is an intimate moment."

My mom says it's not that unromantic.

I will close this post before I shatter more romantic illusions.

Then again...sorry, can't help it. We subconsciously read each other's body language, taking in more info than we probably realize and so when a girl says she can't believe how well she got along with this new boy...like wow! it just means they subconsciously understood each other's body language. Nothing magical happened.

Okay, all done. For realze.

Leanne

P.S. This post was inspired by amp. I don't know how it got my neurotransmitters working so well, and I'm too tired to care.  


P.S.S. Let's groove tonight, share the spice of life, baby slice it right, we're gonna groove tonight...