I never really have a “bad day.” I pride myself on the ability to see the brighter side of things; I even start my day sunny-side up at breakfast! From a young age, I haven’t really had those days that are totally in the slums on the regular. There are maybe three or four days out of the year that really get to me.
Yesterday however, redefined my battle against pessimism; it was a never-ending string of blows. Financial loss, health trouble, a B on a test I studied hours for, finding out your “friend with benefits” found a severance package on the side in the form of a sloppy sorority slut, and an argument with friends perpetuated by alcohol. The day couldn’t have taken more of a toll.
I was certainly not used to this and handled it poorly. I shut myself off, became short with those who tried to care about me, and wanted to be by myself, worsening my mood. This morning was a reminder of the blessings I have and why I need to appreciate what I have been given.
I need to remind myself that my time on Earth is finite and at the end of the day, God doesn’t care if I got an 85% on a test rather than a perfect score. I need to hold dear what matters most to me, my friends and family, and share with them how much I appreciate their love.
I’ve always said, “life doesn’t mean much unless you have family to take it on with you.” Let us embrace the love offered to us and not forget that the positives in life will always outweigh the negatives.
Yesterday I found out about you. Even now just looking at you feels wrong. You say that you’d take it all back given one chance. It was a moment of weakness and you said yes.
There is a saying that goes, “friends are friends, pals are pals, and buddies sleep together.”
A question I have been weighing and analyzing for a couple weeks now: is it possible for two people, equally attractive and emotionally unattached to have a successful relationship as being nothing more than physical? Is it possible for two college-aged students to have a casual sexual relationship, minus the perks of Friday night sushi dates and serious commitment?
I have never been more exposed to this ongoing debate than I am now in college. The idea of friends with benefits is something every guy dreams of, yet something girls can never seem to follow through with. Everyone I talk to agrees; someone will always become attached and it will all come crumbling down faster than your pants after a frat party filled with Karkov shots.
There seems to be both good and bad aspects of sleeping with a friend. On one side, you can have sex without strings, a reliable partner, and someone who you can grow to trust. In competition with the positives are the harsh negatives; emotions doom these agreements especially once one person begins feeling attached or territorial. Finally, the overall partnership might jeopardize future friendships, job opportunities, and your friendships with others.
I can’t help but wonder how this fantasy is really played out; does it always have to be as dramatic as Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher in “No Strings Attached?” Is it always as fun and adorable as Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake in “Friends with Benefits?”
What are your views on this relationship? Have you ever found yourself in this kind of relationship or do you have any tips to share?
I sometimes forget my parents live across the country, 14 hours away from me. I have become accustomed and easily adjusted to this lifestyle but sometimes I simply miss their company. I’ve noticed in the past few weeks, my bedtime prayers surround my family and my wish for them to be happy. I am greatly missing my dogs, my own bedroom, the beautiful city of New Orleans, and the humorous environment I grew up in.
In two short hours I will be embracing my weekend’s freedom and taking a short break in the suburbs of Chicago. I can’t wait to make the drive with my best friend and stay with her family; I have never meet such a welcoming and loving group of people. This weekend will be everything I need: relaxed, sober, and full of loving warmth. I hope to arrive back at my university feeling more complete and content with my life.
Only two more months until I get to go home :)
What are you doing this weekend?
Ostrich feathers; a great alternative to fur.