Monday, June 30, 2014

Drama. Drama. Drama. Why? Why? Why?

I have blogged before about stupid girls, and stupid boys in the past. Which is  funny because my friend Veronica has blogged about stupid girls and stupid boys on more than one occasion as well. There was the time about blocking stupid girls on Facebook.  And then there was the other time about crazy girls checking their significant others emails (which is something boys have been known to do as well...). Oh and we can't leave out the "Because Girls Are Bitches" blog.  This leads me to believe that, as a whole, the human race can be rather stupid.

This stupid girl/stupid boy blog has been inspired by the "ex".  Unfortunately, we have all had experience with the ex.  Whether it is the ex-boyfriend or girlfriend.  The ex-husband or wife.  Your current significant others ex.  Or your best friends ex.  In one way or another our lives have all been touched in some way by someones ex.  There is nothing more dreaded than the statement "I got a text from my ex today".  It inspires tears, frustration, anger.  Excessive drinking of wine...

Ex-spouses are dumb.  It doesn't really matter if they are ex-husbands or ex-wives.  However, in my experience girls are more ridiculous than boys are.  Especially about the fathers of their children.  Although, men can be just as ridiculous about the mothers of their children it just seems to me that they don't cause the same level of drama. And boy, do girls cause drama.

I have blocked two people, ever, on Facebook and both are ex-wives.  I still have X2's ex-wife blocked because, even now, she tries to cause drama. This is something that I just don't understand.  Why are you purposefully going to make someones life more difficult?  If I'm leaving you alone why aren't you respecting things and leaving me alone?  Not just that but why do you even care?

Maybe I'm not the average ex. Essentially, I just don't care (Big Underwater Jesus).  Obviously, if there were an issue with my child and the person that my ex is with I'm going to care. But outside of that scenario I am going to be HAPPY that my ex has found someone. Just because it didn't work out between us doesn't mean that I don't want it to work out for him with someone.  Everyone deserves to be happy and find love. Everyone.

If I did have an issue I would approach my ex directly.  Like an adult.  Even if I knew it was going to be a difficult conversation I would know that I am no longer with this person, which means, essentially, that I don't get to react the way that I may have when we were together.  I am going to have a calm, to the point conversation. Like a rational adult.

You know what I wouldn't do?  I wouldn't send Facebook messages to his current girlfriend. I wouldn't call her.  I wouldn't approach her and ask her to coffee so I could hash out the problems I'm having with my ex. The issues that he and I are having are none of her business.  It's his responsibility to deal with her, not mine. Not just that but the likelihood that the issues that I am having at the time have anything to do with her are slim to none.

Girls cause drama.  They make shit up.  They never forget anything so they bring up old shit from the past. They react emotionally, rather than intellectually, which leads to drama.

The worst ex's are the ones that use their kids as leverage.  This nasty ex habit is not exclusive to girls or boys.  The second that someone uses their child to punish their ex in any way, they fall into this category.  It is not your child's fault that you don't like their mom or dad.  It is not your child's responsibility to make sure that the two of you get along.  It is your responsibility, as an adult, to make sure that your child has the best relationship possible with your ex.  It is irresponsible for you to do anything that would harm that relationship. Using your child as leverage is irresponsible.  Not just that but one day, your kid will realize that's what you have done, or have been doing, and the blame is going to all fall right back on you.

Drama. Drama. Drama. Why? Why? Why?  It just doesn't make sense to me.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Sobbing Nonstop for Over 200 Pages AKA The Fault In Our Stars

I have this rule, granted I follow this rule kind of loosely, but I always try my hardest to read the book before I see the movie. 

There are a lot of movies that I haven't seen because I haven't read the book.  And very few movies I have seen without reading the book first.  My theory is that the book is always going to be better but that if you see the movie first it will change the way you see the characters in the book when you do read it. I would much rather be disappointed in a movie than a book.  There are exceptions to this rule.  The Silver Linings Playbook comes to mind.  I read the book, then saw the movie. I liked the movie better.  Don't get me wrong the book was good.  I just really liked the movie.

Anyway,  this past weekend at the cabin I read The Fault In Our Stars. Keep in mind that I had no desire to either see the movie or read the book until I saw the "fuck you John Green" buzzfeed article.  This sparked my interest and so I bought the book. 

I knew that I was going to cry before I even started it and warned Josh accordingly.  So when he and PJ walked in the door after being gone for a couple of hours and I was sitting on the sofa sobbing Josh just told PJ to leave me alone so I could finish my book (I sure love that man).

This book was like being slowly tortured and still asking for more.  I cried for over 200 pages and it wasn't cute tears running down my face crying.  I was full blown ugly sobbing. I had to stop reading a time or two just so I could see my Kindle. If anyone had been around to hear me I'm sure they would have thought that something horrible had just happened. I would have had to explain that a book was making me react that way. I was so emotionally exhausted when I was done that I needed a nap.  I even cried again, three days later, telling Josh about my favorite quote.

That being said everyone, except my mother and father, should read this book.  I'm excluding them because my dad has cancer and unfortunately I'm not sure either of them would forgive me if I did recommend they read this book.  It just hits too close to home.  Seriously though.  Read this book.  There are so many life lessons and insights and amazing realizations that it makes all the ridiculous sobbing worth it.

I'm so glad I read the book before seeing the movie.  There is no way that this movie can ever live up to my expectations.  I'm honestly not sure if I'll ever see it. If I do I know it will have to be by myself because, let's be honest, there really is no way too sob silently. 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Average Adult Will Change Jobs 11 Times... Am I At My Limit?

I've been spending a lot of time contemplating a career change.  I've actually been spending a lot of time trying to figure out what that change would be should I decide I want to make the change.

Technically I have had a lot of jobs in my life.  But none of them were careers until I stumbled in to property management five years ago. When you're thirty something spending five years in the same industry means that you feel as though you aren't qualified to do a whole lot else.

Here's the thing.  I don't like property management.  I have spent the last eight, or so, months thinking that I didn't like my job, my property, my owners, or people.  A lot of different things.  But really I just don't like property management. So what do you do when you realize you just don't like the only thing you feel like you're qualified for.

The first thing you do is search Craigslist to get idea.  That's a huge flop.

The second thing you do is get your financial aid for school together and register for fall classes.  So at least there is that.

The third thing you do is make lists of the things you are good at.  (I know I should probably update my resume first but that didn't happen).

So, I'm really good at giving advice.  I'm awesome at managing other people's money.  I like to be around people.  I can type really fast.  I have a great phone voice.  And when needed, I can be a bitch.  A lot of people call me mom because I take care of shit, plus as we all learned here, I give a great mom lecture.

I'm really bad at dealing with people crying at me, whining at me and complaining about their neighbors.  I also don't deal well with unrealistic expectations and I really suck at selling stuff.

I'm not sure where that leaves me exactly, but it sure isn't in property management.  Or sales of any kind.

So if anyone has any good ideas let me know.

Too bad I can't make money travelling, blogging and surfing Pinterest.  That would be heaven.  I guess I'll update my resume and create a LinkedIn account.