7.29.2014

INDESCRIBABLE


Adjective: too unusual, extreme, or indefinite to be adequately described.  
It has recently been discovered that I dislike the words boyfriend and girlfriend. Truthfully, I am afraid of labels. This goes back to my negative complex regarding relationships. In all fairness, branding a situation is only really needed for the comfort of others. If me and you (hypothetically speaking) know that we only want to be with each other; we are committed to the relationship so why should I need to insist on calling you my boyfriend?

7.22.2014

TRIALS.

Noun: a person, thing, or situation that tests a person's endurance or forbearance.
Turning thirty really isn't so bad when you celebrate as though you are eighteen with twelve years experience; which is precisely what I did. I escaped the everyday reality of Montreal with two best friends and arrived by the pool at the Sheraton in Toronto at approximately two PM. Seven hours later I was already hung-over. Meaning I was drunk, slept and woke up with a hang over by nine PM on Friday night. Dirty thirty never sounded so accurate.


7.17.2014

THIRTY.

The number equivalent to the product of three and ten; ten less than forty.
Once upon a time...
Truthfully, it was it last July, precisely one year ago. After celebrating yet another birthday single, I made an agreement with myself. If in three hundred and sixty-five days I was still alone when turning the big three O, I would run away for a year. Apparently I thought I could turn my life into Eat Prey Love.
Sunday, July twentieth, is my birthday and I am officially saying au revoir to my twenties. I honestly imagined this commemoration to be more discouraging. Especially considering I am nowhere close to where I thought I'd be when turning this age. The public school curriculum really needs to incorporate teaching young people not to grow up with so many time limiting expectations. My assumptions always had me married (potentially with a baby?!) by thirty. In retrospect, I am quite satisfied with that not being my current reality.
I like to think that everything happens for a reason and fate is true. Besides, it makes it easier to accept that I am turning thirty and still residing in my parents basement; it definitely would be the perfect time to escape. However, although I am (still) officially single, there is someone who has reminded me what it's like to feel those butterflies in your stomach sensation again. For once, I'd rather stick around to see what happens rather than run away...