At times I think I’ve lost my passion for things. A year ago I would have told you that I knew exactly what goal I was striving toward, how to get there, and how to define success. Now, I am not all that positive about any of that.
I cannot tell if it is because I have actually lost a bit of focus or if I have simply moved into a new phase a life, with new surroundings and requirements, that nothing will ever be as clear as before.
All I know is this: I often think, “I dominated everything I did a few years ago, and now I’m not sure if I dominate anything anymore.”
This photo is gorgeous. It was taken at dusk from the edge of a town called New Buffalo, Michigan. It is a view from across Lake Michigan, aimed at faraway Chicago. The three tiny lights are, from the left, the Sears Tower, Standard Oil Building, and John Hancock Center.
Today, I was on a subway with my boyfriend and it was stopping so I grabbed the pole for support. I felt another hand grabbing onto the pole knowing it was my boyfriend’s. Without looking I carressed and tickled his hand. I turned around to smile at my boyfriend. The hand wasn’t his. FML
The Colorado legislature is debating a bill that would give health-care benefits to same-sex partners of government employees.
“Can you marry your partner? No. But, as a consolation prize we will let you add them to your health care package.”
The honorable State Senator Scott Renfroe rose in opposition to this abomination of a proposal. Here are his remarks from earlier this week on the floor of the Senate.
About a minute and a half into it you may believe that you are listening to a church sermon instead of a legislative debate on the floor of the capitol.
I understand how individuals like this get elected and formulate their approach to their job, but that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. I am continually stunned by what politicians actually believe is a legitimate approach to public decision-making.
My favorite line, “The Lord God said that it is not good for man to be alone, and so he made him a helper, suitable for him, and that was woman.”
A helper? Really? You have got to be kidding me. In 25 years our kids will listen to this and their jaws will drop. All our kids…even those living in the Bible belt. I know it.
Twentysomethings living in the city, a question: Is it worth it?
My address has had an official Chicago zip code for only 8 months, so I can’t truly make reliable assessments yet. If pressed I would say that I’m very glad to be here now and understand the opportunities that a city provides in the immediate future. However, I don’t want this life always. Or even for all that long.
I am not a classy person. In the city, we are all pressured to keep pace with each other in trendiness, even those of us who think we conciously avoid it. It happens in small ways, like spending more money dining out for food that you really don’t like that much, and big ways, like paying $200 more a month in rent to live 5 blocks further south.
I sold out. I moved to the big city with the enormous rent payments. I took the decent paying job to support my living and partying expenses. Most people I know did the same. Some are content, some are looking for a way out, some are happy. [...]
What I now realize from first hand experience is unless you’re an investment banker with semi-realistic plans of retiring at 35 with a couple million; the big city is overrated.
Is it really imperative to live on New York’s Upper East Side, San Francisco’s Marina or Washington D.C.’s Dupont Circle? Why not say “screw you” to the boring job in New York and take the exciting job in Cincinnati, Ohio? [...]
Since that is the case, I will not hesitate to choosethe fulfilling, under paying job in a small city rather than grind it out during the week to party until 4a.m. on Friday with the rest of the yuppies in the big city.
