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I am lacking a "give a fuck" section in my brain.

I have the weirdest, grumpiest pet peeve. I hate it when the holidays are over, and everyone’s conversation starter at work for the next week is, “How was your holiday?”

Wait. Just listen to why.

I am oh so flattered that people seem to “care”. I just can’t stand people who ask you only so they can feel justified in either complaining or bragging about their holiday. I honestly don’t care how your holiday was. Yet, because you asked, the polite thing to do is to reciprocate the question.

If I don’t ask, I’m rude. If I ask, it comes off as really fake. And I sit there PRAYING that the only answer is, “good”. If the answer is not so good, I seriously won’t ask you why. I’ll just say, “Awww. That’s too bad,” while I tilt my head gently to the side.

I don’t know if I’m grumpy, or if I’m at work and just have my Work Hat on. I hate petty conversation that’s for the sake of small talk.

Dec 27, 2011
#holidays #christmas #grinch #pet peeves
Dec 25, 2011
#facebook #lol #stupid

Oh. And in case anybody cares….I was off Facebook for about only four days before I reactivated my account. I can’t believe how addicted I am.

Dec 21, 2011
Over analyzing, perhaps

I had a dream that my dog had just one puppy. (Aren’t puppies born in groups??) I was taking care of him, his baby mama, and their puppy. I woke up feeling very maternal. Is the baby thing supposed to mean something about me?

Dec 21, 20111 note
#family #dreams #puppy
11 Things to Know at 25 → m.relevantmagazine.com

This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find God and themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. They mean to find a church, they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.

“Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.

Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? What have I learned about God this year? What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind, and what parts am I choosing to keep? Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?””

Dec 11, 2011260 notes
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