Apparently I like to take time off from my blog. Well, if you’re a regular reader you probably already know that. Which most likely means there are no regular readers; besides my sister who only counts a little bit. Regardless of all that, I went 10 days without a laptop. Mine finally died and while trying to figure out what to do about it, I had to forego using one. My mom suggested I go online and search for a replacement. Yes, on my broken or invisible computer. That makes total sense. With all that being said, I ended up getting one as a birthday gift, well, an early gift. My birthday has not happened yet but I am typing up this post on said laptop. It is a touchscreen (although neat, I have yet to figure out how much of a use it will be to me) and it has Windows 8 which I currently loathe. Maybe as time goes on I will end up liking it more. However, as we speak, I find it to be very confusing and difficult. Moving right along…
I’m turning 27 and it has put me in a funk. So, perhaps January 30, 2017 can just be skipped because if this is how turning 27 is making me feel, I don’t want to turn 30. I’ve been in a funk that I finally got out of, but I’m worried that it will rear its ugly head again. I was pretty mean, nasty, and cry baby like for quite a few days. Due to said funk, I’ve been trying to reinvent the wheel, step outside my comfort zone, do something crazy, figure out what I really want out of life (and even like, because let’s be honest, I am the queen of impulse purchases & returns and I don’t knows), and basically feel more like a functioning adult.
Cut off my hair.
So, I’ve been toying with this idea for about a week. My issue is that I have very thin, fine hair. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have quite a bit of it. But, it is always a tangled mess. And even though I don’t dye it or heat style it more than once every other month or so, it feel dead on the ends. Which makes sense because the hair on the ends are years old. That’s how hair works. I’ve always wanted to donate it, because it is “virgin” and a color that one can only obtain naturally. I really think I’d only regret 2 things. 1. being able to braid it; 2. the ease of putting it in a top knot/bun. I wouldn’t even go that short, shoulder length most likely, but that’d be cutting between 8 and 12 inches, which is insanity.
Get a tattoo.
Apparently I am becoming a rebel and a bad ass in my old age. I even kind of want it on my wrist. Which, is so not me. But its been calling my name. I do, however, doubt it will happen. I have no idea what I would even get if I did. There are no words, phrase, proverbs, verses, or images that speak to me. However, I see people with theirs and think to myself, that’d be awesome. We shall see if this happens.
Make new friends.
So, does anyone out there find making adult friendship is very hard? Oh, just me, ok. Well, I don’t have kids therefore I don’t get mommy and me clubs. I don’t have a spouse, so I don’t get married couple date nights. I don’t have a dog, so I don’t make dog park friends. I have a job where I generally work with people older than me, so they tend to be out of the question. I’m pretty anti-social and shy. Oh, and not very approachable because I like to stand with my arms crossed.
Make decisions. Be fearless. Live life.
I’m a terrible decision maker. I’m always thinking of the worst thing that could happen. I just let life happen, I don’t actually try things or live things. I always want more but I am completely afraid of it. I don’t want to fail in life. I don’t want to have to fix things. I’m not a daredevil. I have no desire to jump out of plane. I dislike roller coasters. The seat on the incline bench at the gym today fell to the bottom and I thought my stomach was about to fall out of me. I don’t know what I like, therefore I just let people decide for me. My birthday is a good example. I want to do something different and fun. I don’t want to spend the weekend at my apartment or my boyfriend’s house. I have my reasons, but I mostly want to do something. What that something is, I don’t know. The poor guy is probably sick of me. He’s probably thrown out 50 ideas and I’ve shot them all down. I can’t decide anything.