Random Thoughts, Musings, and Stuff...

There are days when I realize just how crazy I am. On those days, I hope that somewhere on this good earth there will always be people who love me despite my insanity, who embrace who I am and look fondly on my short comings. Todays blog is dedicated to these moments, and of course the people as well as to whatever random -ish pops into my head...

* I am apparently incapable of making decisions, which usually leads me to unnecessary awkwardness, stress, and spastic outbursts.

* I am a social alcoholic and take pride in my lushyness, however, occasional unforeseeable conversations (about my love life, other people's love lives) usually lead to unwanted thoughts and mini regrets dancing around in my head.

* I have a tendency to put people on pedestals. Friends, family.... strangers?

* I know I've been living in China too long because discussing gastro-intestinal issues (aka Beijing Belly) is something that sparks up lengthy conversation instead of upturned noses and awkward grimaces.

* I have begun to rethink my stance on older men. Maybe it's the mature side of me that is thankful for the older, focused, less juvenile (though it is debatable whether or not men ever truly grow up), and intensity of the older male. I am intrigued since I began interacting with them and have found that my past fear of a maturity gap was mostly a figment of my imagination (or is no longer applicable since I am now a mature, semi-well adjusted, blossoming lady of 23... and a 1/3). In the blessed words of The Boy Friend (play my sister did in high school)

It's never too late to have a fling
For Autumn is just as nice as Spring
And it's never too late to fall in love
It's never too late to wink an eye
I'll do it until the day I die
And it's never too late to fall in love
If they say I'm too old for you
Then I shall answer "Why, sir,
One never drinks the wine that's new
The old wine tastes much nicer"

* Paul Van Dyk is an incredible dj, but the allure of a spring-loaded dance floor has passed for me (maybe I needed more friends braving the flailing elbows and toppling ravers?).

* I have a seriously cool sister... and her friends... well they're pretty bomb too. (That's a pretty major admission for me, seeing as my sister and I only became close in the past few years).

* The unfortunate fact that I'm starting to feel old at 23 does not bode well for my, hopefully long and entertaining, future years. I think I'm nearing that quarter-life crisis point where I wonder where my life is going and part of me wants to stay a kid bereft of responsibility, while the other part of me is excited to finally feel like a grown up. So now I begin to wonder...

What do I want to be when I finally DO grow up?