Something to which I Aspire

Funny and Sad

A friend of mine sent me this today . . .

The Art of Apathy

Apathy is an important attribute in the city. You can't take people and situations too seriously or too personally. If you care too much you won't make it here. You can't waste your time being upset when people break their promises and leave you in a bind. Otherwise you'll be upset everyday. You can't get worked up about poverty or injustice because it's constantly in your face. All you can do is choose not to care. All you can control is yourself. When you see the guy you were out with last night holding hands with a gorgeous leggy model in the meatpacking district, you have to let it just roll right off you. When your ex boyfriend/love of your life is with a prostitute on the very same night you must just shrug and brush that dirt off your shoulder. (True story. Tonight in fact. Did I just stop being polite and start getting real?) I am anything but apathetic. But I am learning . . . because in New York, only the strong survive.

In order to be apathetic, you must recognize that you are expendable to most people in your life. Just mentally prepare yourself before you become friends. Thus, most people in your life must be expendable to you. You have to remind yourself that your time doesn't matter to certain friends and so certain friends' time cannot matter to you. It's important to accept that most people will ditch plans with you if they get a better offer. So it follows that when you get a better offer, you must ditch plans these friends. You can't feel guilty. You cannot allow yourself to care. It's not easy for a super reliable, trustworthy person who grew up with strong Protestant values. Unfortunately, it is necessary.

When dealing with men in the city . . . my new mantra: "I am a robot. I will not cry."

Or . . . I could just move.

A Woman's Right to Shoes

They are so much sparklier and beautiful in person. My camera phone sucks.

Someday

You were so blind to let me go
You had it all but did not know
No one you'll find will ever be
Closer to all your dreams than me
Believing the grass would be greener
You told yourself "I just don't need her now"
But I know you'll soon discover
You're never satisfied with any other
Someday Oo Someday
One you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score
You'll change your mind and call my name
Soon as you find they're all the same
And when you find yourself alone
Don't come back crying
You should have known
Believe me I'm not pretending
It's not hard to predict
This ending now
'Cause I know you'll soon discover
You're needing me in spite of all the others
Maybe now you just can't conceive
That there'll ever come a time when you're cold and lonely
Baby, how could you ever believe
That another could replace me
The one and only
But when your down
In your time of need
And you're thinking that you
Might be coming back to own me
Just think again 'cause
I won't need your love anymore!
Someday

Shedding Some Weight

All my stuff is in storage. It's somewhat freeing. All my material possessions were quite a burden to me. They are now the burden of Manhattan Mini Storage. Next mission . . . find a way to mend my broken heart.

Who Can I Run To

I don't really trust anyone but myself. But, I'm trying to learn what areas I can trust each of my friends and family members in to minimize my dissatisfaction. It's much easier to learn who to trust for my clothes. I know I can always count on . . .

Anthropologie for headbands
Lane Bryant for sunglasses
Burberry for outerwear
Brooks Brothers for dress shirts
Lacoste for polos
Marc Jacobs for looking cooler than I actually am
Lilly for church dresses
Sugar for party dresses
Seven for all Mankind for jeans
American Eagle for plaid & argyle skirts left over from high school
Kate Spade for comfortable dress shoes
Sketchers for sneakers
and J Crew for tank tops, t-shirts, sweaters, bikinis, shorts, coats, and everything else

That's why I always just keep going back for more and more and more. If only the people in my life were as consistent . . .