Why do bad things happen to good people...

Sister, God love her, is the best compartmentalizer I know.  Hands down, of all the people I have ever encountered in my life she is capable of putting things in a box, and pushing it aside until later to deal with it when she has the time.  I envy that of her, I really and truly do.  I want so bad to be like her in that respect.  I am not saying she completely avoids dealing with things, I mean if something comes up to disrupt her daily schedule, she is able to either deal with or put it aside until she can.  If something comes up and ruins my already scheduled program, GAME ON…I will lose sleep over it, I will over analyze it, I will break it down and tear it into tiny little pieces.  There is no secret that she will outlive me on the shear fact alone through her ability to deal with stress better than I.  I am incredibly jealous of a lot of things she has, but this is the one I want the most.  It has been a lifetime struggle for me to stop spending my lifetime struggling. 

Interestingly enough that really isn’t what this Blog is about.  It’s about her take on the world and how it works.  We are so different that it is not even funny.  We have nothing in common or if we do it is very rare.  She thinks I live in a warped world, where fairytales come true…true love exists…people are decent human beings, etc.  Well, I have to believe in something right?  She also thinks that we leave this Earth exactly as it is planned…or rather how it is supposed to happen.  For example, a heart-attack.  That it is God’s plan.  That we do not get to pick “go in my sleep,” but if that is how it is supposed to be it will be.

Before I upset anyone and I know I will, I do not have a clue if that is how it works and I am not about to tell you it does or doesn’t.  Some people go very brutally and generally undeserved.  So I would imagine those loved ones who were left to sort that out would not agree with this theory.  I don’t think she is suggesting that the person deserved it, just that it is all a part of God’s plan.  Everything happens for a reason.  Our destiny.

The Sanctity of Marriage...

Well, we knew this day would come.  It was just a matter of time.  After my blog about trying to get to 500 people, this blog may make some people “unlike” me.  The thing is you have that choice.  You do not have to read about my thoughts and feelings…that is a choice you make.  I am pretty confident though that my followers already know how I feel about this, so if it does come as a shock to you, I am sorry.  I am apologizing in advance.  But this has really ignited my pilot light so to speak. 

The topic of gay marriage can be dangerous waters to attempt to navigate.  I do not blow this aspect of my life up in people’s faces, or cause big scenes, or shove it down people’s throats…it is just not who I am. I don’t give a flying leap what people do with their lives, so I don’t make it a point to shove mine at them.  What you do, where you do it, how you do it and who you do it with has no effect on my life.  Unless any of those things cost me money, affect my family, or I have to sleep with it.  (Famous words of wisdom from Ernie Johnson.) 

If you live under a rock you would not know that Kim Kardashian filed for divorce on Halloween, after 72 days of marriage.  If you don’t know who she is you probably want to just stop reading, as the story won’t really matter.  Sadly I watch Keeping Up With The Kardashian’s sometimes, and I could have told you that this marriage was not going to work, but alas, no one asked me.  To sum it up for you, Kim is a very wealthy girl who has her hands in a lot of pies and makes more money in a week then I will ever see in a lifetime.  I don’t even want to speculate how much money was spent on her wedding, which I am sure E! paid for to increase their TV ratings.  Regardless…all it did was make me angry.  Angry enough that the next person who says that gay marriages should be illegal because they ruin the “sanctity” of marriage will probably be looking at the other end of my Sammy Sosa bat.  (I secretly want a reason to use it so badly, but I am sure I would end up getting hurt worse.)

Depression causes depression...

Soooooo, yesterday I am reading up on all the blogs I follow.  One of them (Just A Titch) contains links to other blogs and fun stuff on Fridays.  She had a link to another blog site called Hyperbole and A Half.  Loved it, absolutely loved this person, their style of writing, all of it.  This particular blog was about depression, which if you weren’t aware, I am a professional in this “state of mind.”

I blame a lot of it on my genetic predetermined flaws.  My great grandmother suffered from it which comes as no surprise since it is rather common in people of Mediterranean decent.  That does tend to shock me though because why would a people who are fond of enjoying food and wine be depressed?  Unfortunately they are.  I would say all of the women on my mother’s side suffer from or have at some point, depression.  They might not appreciate me saying that, but I don’t think it will be news to them.

This particular blog was as I mentioned about her depression.  However, she also draws pictures, which are crazy hilarious.  Although depression is not funny, this particular blog was and I could totally relate.  Sometimes it feels good to laugh at it because it really isn’t a laughing matter. 

After I read it I went and looked at some other blogs she has posted and decided I absolutely wanted to follow her and promote her on my own site.  And this is where the real depression set in.