Mindless nonsense

Sometimes I feel like I have a lot to say and then I sit down to blog and suddenly it all seems so unimportant.... So I am going to just ramble. :) Feel free to ignore this blog or read it and promise me you will either laugh or just...I'm not really sure, just over look any insanity.

I once went on a trip with a very dear friend of mine. We went to Zions National Park and stayed in a fancy hotel. There was a hot tub on the back porch and it was rich and in a way fairytaleish. So we went to fill up the hot tub so we could settle in after a long day of magical adventure. We waited around in our swim suits and bath robes for hours! We were unaware that the HOT tub was actually cold until it had time to HEAT up. This takes a couple hours. So we gave up on that and decided that we were not going to change out of our suits but rather fill up the bath tub with steaming hot water and soak. This tub was on the smallish side of tiny so we sat in it together with our legs hanging over the side. It was so much more fun then any hot tub could have been. We popped popcorn and sacrificed a piece of the small amount of space we had to let it float around in a bowl. We talked and laughed for hours. That to me is what friends are for; sitting in a bath tub in your swimsuits and laughing, making the best of every situation just because you are friends. So thank you Madi for this memory! Consider it cherished.

I also think that there needs to be a group for people like me. Sort of like AA but more like RA. Rejection Anonymous. Some people, myself included, just keep coming back for more. I have a friend...lets call her Sue. Well Sue has this old boyfriend that just keeps coming back for more and more rejection and she just keeps giving it to him. She has to. It is not her fault, it's his. He is an addict. A perfect candidate for this group. I think that it is pretty ironic that of all people, Sue is my support group. Here is the thing about rejection, we don't crave it like regular addicts, we just can't help but know if there might be a chance, even when we really truly know that there is no chance. We just feel compelled to find out the hard way. I'm thinking that this should be like a 12 step program or something. But enough of this.....

I don't like to be sad but I usually listen to sad music. The stuff on the radio has no substance. I can't relate it to my life thus, I don't want to listen. It is mindless and has so story; it evokes no emotion. I like real music. The stuff that makes you want to cry or laugh or just feel something that you can't but a name to but because you feel it during the song you just feel better. If you want to sample the kind of music I like look no further than the Grey's Anatomy sound track. It is wonderful real music. The kind that is about feelings and life and actions. Not the radio music that is there just to kill all originality and promotes zombies. Sorry radio music lovers.

I warned you before starting this blog that it would be mindless so if you made it to this line you only have yourself to blame. But thank you for reading. It is nice to think that I may just be typing to an audience. :) Next time I promise there will be pictures and rainbows and butterflies. Nothing too serious or just blogging to get my ideas out of my head. Rainbows and butterflies!!!!