Settle Down, Hold Fast

i’m still here, waiting.

Do I just scream, “friend zone”? Does the fact that I go out of my way to help people, even those that have hurt me before, make me a welcome mat? I’m the kind of person that, when someone’s in need, I’ll help them to the best of my ability. Especially if they’re a friend to me, regardless of the past, if I can help, I will. Does this make me a super-softy that no guy is attracted to? Does this continually place me on the back burner?

For that matter, why is it that I’m letting one person get to me so bad? We’ve had this ‘date’ planned for several days; I was so excited at first, but then I realized that he’ll probably be too busy to actually see me. So, I finally called another friend and said, “He’s probably not coming, why don’t we hang out?” And… I was right. The last text I got was around midnight from this guy; I sent him a few around 1, called around 2 (out of worry), but at that point realized that a) his phone is on and b) he’s blown off time with me before [okay, without necessarily realizing it but regardless].

I’ve decided that I’m not going to text or call this guy today. If he wants to talk to me, he can message me first and give me a damn good explanation why I planned my Saturday night out around him. I’m sick and so fucking tired of being on a goddamn string and letting guys have control of when and where and what time. What pisses me off the most though, is that this motherfucker lives within spitting distance, but he’s always too goddamn busy to hang out. Now, I honestly think it’s a bit bullshit; either make a quick pit stop by my place to hang for a few minutes in between errands, or for fuck’s sake, wake your fucking ass up earlier and come over in the morning/early afternoon. I feel like such a harlot hanging out with people at the wee hours of the morning, y’know, like 2/3am.

I have nothing else to talk about right now, except that I am thoroughly frustrated with straight men in general. Maybe I’m a little frustrated with other friends too, I’m sorry, ‘friends’, because they neglect to tell me when they’re leaving and kinda fuck me over. Thanks, y’all.

The sad thing is, I’ll still do anything for them. God, I’m too fucking loyal.

Re: A Little Experiment

Yeah, so. Obviously I crave sleep a little more than I originally thought. Why I chose to try and pull a second all nighter… I’ll never know. What I DO know is that I do believe I am back on maybe a more decent sleep schedule. We’ll see about tomorrow morning.

a new beginning.

I’m moving into a new apartment sometime this week. It’s a larger unit, a one-bedroom versus a studio. Not only does this mean a separate sleeping area, but I get a nice ass kitchen to boot. I’m quite excited about this, the whole upgrade thing, for a variety of reasons.

For one, I get a nice ass kitchen to boot. I love cooking and baking, creating concoctions and whatnot with my blender, but in my studio, I literally only had one square area of work room. Sure, there were little areas on the edge of my galley kitchen, but not enough to keep a standing mixer, a blender, a coffee maker, and quesadilla maker on, not to mention my utensil stand and fruit plate.

In this new place, not only do I get ample counter space, but I get more cabinets and a bar area. A fucking. Bar. Granted, the sink is on the bar (the area in the actual kitchen, people), but I can always not fill it with ice for the parties that will not occur that will not have alcohol in bottles that don’t need to be kept cold.

The second reason why I can’t wait for this place is because of people. I’ll be able to have more people over for more non-existent parties with non-existent drinks and such. I’ll be able to have guys come over after dates and not be immediately greeted with my bedroom. 

I guess the third reason is the most important one to me, but it’s significant of me changing as a person. It’s funny that this weekend and this… snap in me coincided with something that was going to happen anyway, but it’s wonderful that it did. This new apartment is going to be a change into a bigger, better world; it’s symbolizing me growing up and expanding my interests and abilities as a human. 

I’m merely raving at this point, but I’m so excited about this place. It’s what I’ve wanted for so, so long…

A little experiment…

I’m going on my second day of no sleep tomorrow. I had slept in until quite late this past Saturday, and wound up being up until nearly 5:30/6am Saturday night. I hit about 6/7 hours Sunday, finally being productive around 1 or 2 in the afternoon.

So. I stayed up Sunday night until today and… I’ll be staying up tomorrow until late evening. I find it to be a fun, yet slightly risky, experiment because I have an early optometrist’s appointment in the morning and then I work all day. Literally. From 12 to about 3 or 4, whenever they cut me, and then from 5 to 7/8:30; again, whenever they decide to cut me from the floor.

Of course I have a plan for my success, correction, hopeful success. One thing is certain — caffeine and taurine. Oh, yes: Monster drinks. One for the evening, one for the morning/lunch shift at work, and one for the evening shift at work.

The other factor in keeping me up is my cigarette habit. Though it’s not really a habit, I don’t /have/ to smoke, it’s something that tends to help keep me alert.

Well, I shall blog tomorrow evening with the update of how my second day in a row without sleep went. Until then!

is sex really a must have for a good relationship?

Lately it’s occurred to me that most relationships cultivated between young adults, ages 19 to whenever you’re no longer a young adult, must have sex in order to thrive. I honestly don’t feel that sex is a necessity in having a good, healthy relationship, but of all the men I’ve dated, it seems to be the next step after a few “dates”.

When I’ve expressed my disinterest in sex, connections drop off all together, and the next thing I know, said guy is in a relationship with someone else. I mean, the particular situation I’m thinking about had a lot of other variables, but seriously? There wasn’t even any discussion about how things weren’t working out between us, there wasn’t chemistry, etc. True, I wasn’t even really “dating” the guy, but a little bit of honesty would have been nice.

But I digress; the purpose of this entry is whether not sex is important in a healthy relationship. Obviously, for some people, see exhibit A above, it is. However, I have engaged in conversations and have “talked” to some guys who say that sex is not something that they need, that they are more interested in the person as a whole, their personality. Some say that they’re more interested in cultivating something long term and wholesome versus the typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that winds up dissolving after a period of time. 

What bothers me the most about these men though, is that since sex is obviously off the table, I seem to have to prove myself a lot more through personality and attitude.

I am very much aware that there is nothing wrong with who I am. True, I came out of my two-year relationship with the wrong concept of what a relationship was, but I’ve learned from a recent relationship that crashed and burned about what a relationship doesn’t consist of, and subsequently, what is necessary to keep one thriving.

I don’t see anything wrong with my believes, with my enthusiasm for some activities and my reservations for others. This simply makes me the person that I am; I am not guarded, I am not hesitant. I have done some… well, not reckless, but risque things before. (Quite a few of you would be shocked to ever see me so far out of my shell.) I am a generally happy person, though there are certain periods of time that harvest serious emotional swings. I’m laid back with a lot of lifestyles, whether you’re gay, into BDSM, asexual, a swinger, straight-edge, what have you. I don’t judge and I accept everyone for who they are. I love to laugh and make other people laugh. I enjoy intellectual conversations, light teasing banter, and even just conversations about nonsensical things. 

This being said, I have been told that I am not out of my box enough; I’m too restrained in my choices. True, my personality and slightly conservative attitude towards some activities might hinder some people in their own choices, but I am justified in my reasons why I refuse to do certain things. I feel as if, since sex is not an option, wanting someone as “outgoing” and “free spirited” as you prohibits me from proving that I’m worthy for a relationship in other ways. What gets me is that these assumptions about my personality and persona came after only a few times of interacting with this particular fellow; if you’re really someone who enjoys others for themselves, it’s a bit hypocritical to pass such brash judgement so quickly.

I am happy with who I am, the choices I make. Unlike several acquaintances and past acquaintances, I do not need sex to be happy with my life. I have fulfilling friendships and activities, I have work and school to focus on, and a future that I want to see filled with ambitions accomplished.

There’s at least one person I know that I can think of that says that he just wants to get laid, as much as possible, because, y’know, he’s young, and, y’know, you only live once. (Forget relationships with this guy, it’s sex, sex and more sex!)

This is very true, we are young, and we do only live once (except for reincarnates but that’s a blog for a different day); why would you want to take the risk of getting an STD or having a baby so early and stunting the potential for the rest of your life? Now, I’m not chastising anybody for having a child at a young age; there are several of my friends that have children and they’re doing a wonderful job at balancing baby and life. I’m also not judging those that have/had STDs. However! There are always those that give up everything and are working dead-end jobs and paycheck to paycheck to pay for this child. There are those that are affected by diseases and lose work time, or get pushed out of their social lives because of their affliction. 

I feel as if a successful relationship depends on more than just a physical lust and attraction. There has to be some kind of basis for intellectual meshing, the ability to talk about anything and have some kind of near productive result. There has to be loyalty and reliability within the two in said relationship. What about the simple foundation of friendship and simply enjoying each other’s company? There are many friends with whom I don’t have to go out and eat with or do anything with to be content with them, simply being in the same room with them vegging out or doing homework is enough.

Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I expect too much from guys in wanting anything but sex. Okay, well, I can’t really keep guys from wanting sex, to be honest, girls are just as rambunctious and horny, but there’s got to be a level of self-control and understanding that sex is more than just a recreational activity to some people. Sex has been abused in the past, it has been nothing more than a want to feel satisfaction and to know that things that are wanted can be had, but now, sex is something that needs more than just, “Oh, you’re hot. Let’s fuck.” or, “Well, you’re horny, I’m horny; there’s not really an attraction but let’s just get laid!” 

Am I asking too much, looking for a guy who wants to put sex on the back burner? I’ve had my rebellious time, my dating time and playing the field time. I’m not looking for my ‘soul mate’ or ‘the one’ or anything like that, just someone that I can be in a consistent relationship with and not have to worry about finding a shoulder to lean on, or wondering who I can call when I need a friend the most. Maybe I’m just asking too much in what I feel contributes to a good relationship. Is sex really a must have for something real and substantial?

My dear followers…

I appreciate all of you that have been loyal from the start of this blog. However, it will be radically different by the time that you read this post. I am getting rid of all my previous posts/reposts and turning this into a personal blog. I wish that tumblr. would allow us to switch primary blogs, but unfortunately, this is not possible.

I will understand if you decide to stop following me for this purpose, especially since I will not be reposting on my new blog unless it’s related to something I am blogging about that day. 

I’m ready for a change in my life and I feel as if this will allow me to do so. 

Feel free to send me a comment or something; feedback is always appreciated! :D

Thanks again for all of the support!

-alohabee

Skirts.

I think I’m going to invest in more skirts, for two reasons. One, they’re always classy, whether in a casual or formal setting. Two, I look damn good in skirts.

I am ready.

I am ready for a change, for a personal Revolution.

I am sick of the person I have become, I am tired of the bad choices that I have made. I am ready to be a better student, a better friend, a better person all-around.

I am ready to lose weight, to get over this plateau that I am stuck on.

I am ready to get my grades up in school, to get this degree that I have coveted for so many years.

I am ready to be happy with my life, to quit relying on other people to make me happy.

I am ready to be alone, to know that I do not need a man’s or any one else’s company for comfort.

I am my own comfort, I am my own source of strength, my own backbone and strong foundation.

I know that I will never be truly satisfied with what anyone else has to offer me until I am satisfied with myself and all that Ihave to offer. And yes, I do have things to offer. I am not a one night stand, I am not an easy lay. Sex is vital in all relationships, but it is not necessary to understand how a person functions emotionally, intellectually. I am more than just a pretty face or a “cutie”; I will accept the fact that I amattractive, because many people have said that to me. I will accept this fact because if I do not, I will never believe another kind thing that anyone ever says to me. Just because I accept the fact that I am attractive does not make me vain, narcissistic or big-headed. I am fat, I am a larger woman, but I am not ugly. Some may call me average, some may call me above or below that line, but I am beautiful, I am perfect in my own way. I do need to lose weight for health purposes, but other than that, I am amazing.

I have beautiful eyes, I have an amazing smile. I never needed braces and I need to accept the fact that my teeth are superb. I have a nice rack, I have a nice ass, and my legs are smoother than any other’s. I have beautiful skin, courtesy of my grandmother. I have a beautiful spirit and I have a will power to live and to do good.

I am a good person, though I have made mistakes in the past. I am ready to move past these mistakes and shape myself into a new being, one with a new appreciation for life and the road that I will be paving. I do not know where I will wind up, I do not know what I will metamorph into being. What I do know, however, is that I will be a better version of me, an improved version, emphasizing all that is good with me and downgrading all of the bad.

I am only twenty years old; I have many, many good years ahead of me and I have the potential to be all that I want to become. I have the ability to shape my life into what I want it to be. I have grown up in a country that allows me to pursue a secondary education, that allows me to become an entrepreneur. If I want to open up my own bakery and bistro, then by God I will do so. I have goals and ambitions and I will make them come true; no matter how many times I fall on the way, I will learn from my stumbles and learn to take a different path.

I am ready to make my way into the world, I am ready to change into a better person. I am ready to accept the tasks that I have outlined for myself, the goals and the endgame.

Whether I take this journey alone or with someone else is out of my hands, but regardless, I will face this world and this life head on.

I may not be completely prepared, but I am ready.