The Make-Out King of Montana

Also to my mom’s credit, we spent most of that wedding talking shit about my cousin’s Pinterest-board-come-to-life reception and I’ve never felt closer to her. I think she was actually PROUD that neither of her daughters were married as a result of that wedding.

I do have to say, to my parents’ credit, I’ve never received that sort of treatment from them. We’re not the most open communicators but I’ve never felt any pressure from them to do things that I don’t want to (personal life-wise, there’s been some financial stuff I wish I didn’t get tangled up in but that’s another story).

At the wedding I went to back in July I did ask my mom if it bothers her when relatives ask her why I’m not in a relationship (because I know they do. What else do nosy relatives do?), if it bothers her that I’m almost 30 and she doesn’t have grand kids. These are thoughts that gnaw at me sometimes, against my better judgement. I love my parents and while their opinions aren’t going to affect my decisions, I do care about their feelings. Her response was something along the lines of, “No, I’m not bothered by it. I know that’s never been your thing and I trust your ability to make the right decisions for yourself. People have asked and I just tell them it’s none of their business.” So yeah, my mom’s kind of awesome.

Thankfully I have a wonderful group of people in my life who understand and support my decisions, and I would like them to know that that understanding and support is fully reciprocated.

I told my sister about a terrible date I went on last week (he plays ultimate frisbee regularly 😱) and when I told her I had no plans to see him again she accused me of being too picky. But like, fuck that. I’ll be as picky as I want. I don’t want to spend time with people I have no interest in just because if I spend enough time with them it might turn into some sort of relationship. I’m old enough now and secure enough with who I am that I’m not rushing out to couple up with someone (not that that’s ever been high on my priority list) and my sister’s judgements aren’t really swaying me. If it happens, it happens; if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I’m getting along just fine as it is.

And it’s not just her. I told another close friend of mine that I had canceled a date because I just didn’t want to go and I could tell she had no idea how to respond. She just said, “I see…” and I didn’t hear from her for a week after that. Goddamn, can’t I just not go on as many dates as I don’t want to without all the side-eyeing? Fuck.

I rejoined Twitter because I don’t have enough pointless things distracting me throughout the day. My username is the same as here. Leave me yours so I can follow some interesting, intelligent and very attractive people. I don’t have any tweets yet but my header image is a capybara riding another capybara.


Help me bite crime.

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This is the retail fashion equivalent of the internet getting angry over some guy tweeting a photo of Neil deGrasse Tyson and calling him a nerd

First rule of the internet: Never get in a fight with someone named “dogboner.”

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