True Life: Unfortunately.

Hello Ladies and Gents,

Heads up: This post is best read to the soundtrack: Hiroshima by Ben Folds

fainting woman on sofa Ready, Set, Summer!

Well I’ll start by saying my title is pretty dramatic. Now the truth is kinda redick: I fainted in front of my non-boyfriend while listening to a Bill Clinton speech, but hey, things could be worse right?

I have a non-boyfriend (an unofficial boyfriend kind of) . He’s sweet, smart and sexy, the three s’s of a really great non-boyfriend. We’ve been talking for a month and a half, so ideally, I would’ve left the fainting for after we’d at least become official.

However, my empty stomach; over excited in an overheated high school gymnasium disagreed.  So there, half way through Bill’s rally for Obama, I went down, kind of slinked down his legs to the ground, so at least I didn’t completely fall over…yet. Nope, then I tried to walk to the bathroom, went down again… then fell over into a pole. Life was too good.

Some lady holding a slobbery toddler then tried to feed me applesauce out of a pouch, to which I had enough good sense to say uhh no thanks! I’d like to hold on to a shred of my dignity tonight! This was after an EMS worker basically gave me the prime diagnosis that I was a freaking idiot and needed to not be anorexic and eat a damn meal. Cool, thanks I’ll get on that right way!

Yep, that happened. Sometimes I just wonder if my life is simply a joke to amuse you folks. But hey, things could be worse. I could’ve wet my pants, I could’ve groped some elderly man on the way out, Bill could’ve jumped from the stage to save me from hitting that pole, hmm that actually would’ve been nice.

Oh well, let me here it. Have you fainted at an incredibly inconvenient time? Has a thirty-something year old tiger mom tried to feed your nineteen year old self apple sauce from a pouch? Do share.

xoxo,
-E

 

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Why do you care?

Hello Ladies and Gents,
American flag flies in the U.S.
Something you may not know about me: I’ve been interested in politics for a while now, father back than I can remember. One question I’ve been asked more times than I care to count, is “Why do I care?”

With an ample amount of self-control, I don’t roll my eyes. Excuses are exchanged: everyone’s corrupt, the president is an icon these days, it makes no difference etc…  I can’t say the lack of consideration doesn’t make me a little sad.

By all means, I’m not suggesting everyone should major in poli-sci, teevo cspan and memorize the Constitution word for word. However, do take the responsiblity to educate yourself on the issues at hand. I care because my life is at stake, and my future children’s life, and so on. I want my future daughter to have all the opportunities that I have had, and will have and then some. I want to be in charge of my body and I want to be protected, but not controlled.

Our votes matter and shouldn’t be taken lightly. Being religious, in the military or raised in the South does not automatically spell out republican. Similarly, being a minority, or middle class does not automatically designate a democrat. Learn the issues and how they affect you, browse both candidates websites, listen to them both speak and vote smart because you’re worth it.  This isn’t a decision you have to debate with your parents and loved ones, everyone’s vote should be their own, made free of criticism.

I care. Do you?

xoxo,
-E