i've always considered myself a city person, even though i have lived in the suburbs my whole life. and by "city person" i mean i enjoy cities and with the exception of like detroit and flint, i would live in one. there just aren't any major cities in michigan that i would consider living in. but real cities, like new york, chicago and dc always feel like home to me. i like the bustle. i like the culture (but not the hipster nonsense). i like the easy access to a starbucks. i am also, generally speaking, completely useless when it comes to survival skills. i've only ever camped once and it was literally for 24 hours and most of those hours were pretty bad, especially when i found the need for a bathroom that didn't exist. with this knowledge in mind, the knowledge that i overpack for even something as simple as a weekend away and i don't leave my house overnight without bringing my flat iron wtih me, i wouldn't make it in the outdoors for very long. i have a coworker who is almost entirely exactly my opposite in this respect. she frequently tells me stories about a small town that she used to live in out in utah and every time she tells me a story about her small town, i think, how charming would it be to live there and like that for a little while. but then she says something like "i lived in a trailer with nothing for cooking but a hot plate for a while" and "there would be no place to plug in a blow dryer." it becomes clear. this is something i will only ever enjoy by anecdote. leaving my hair to dry natural for an unforeseen amount of time? forget it. i'll stay here in my suburb with bars where the bartenders know my name and a convenient starbucks during multiple portions of my commute.
the other night, i had another boring dinner. it has been a couple weeks and once d asked if i wanted to go to dinner, i couldn't turn her down. she will be starting her residency soon and who knows how often i'll see here then. and it had been a little while since i had seen n so once again it seemed like it was my duty to go to this dinner. i need jen to move home; i need a fun buffer for these types of events. on my way to dinner, my car battery died which i seem to think was a sign. by the time jeremy and i found jumper cables and actually jumped my car (in the rain) i was late. i also stopped to have my battery tested on my way to dinner and it tested as fine. curious right? i walked in to find them already discussing d's vacation she just went on with her boyfriend. apparently, while she was gone on vacation, three of her friends got engaged. n was quick to make a comment that d's boyfriend should have popped the question when they were at their resort in mexico. i called it a cop out. to me, proposing on vacation is almost as lame as proposing on a holiday. it should be spontaneous and its own day. like a rainy tuesday with nothing else going on. like most of the days have been in the mitten lately.
so n is doing weight watchers because apparently it's not just for middle aged women anymore. it seems to be a part of the quarter life crisis that she and another friend are smack dab in the middle of. good for them really. i am proud of them for wanting to get healthy but weight watchers really freaks me out. it seems a little cult like to me and i don't know about approaching food as though it is an addiction. the meetings seem a little bit like AA to me. anyway, n updated us on her weight watchers adventure this week, but i was a little confused. her meetings are in the middle of the day on tuesday and she has recently started a temporary job out of town. she explained that she was upset with herself for gaining a pound this week. personally, i don't see that there is much good that can come from watching your weights so compulsively. it's kind of like weight watchers teaches overweight people the same kind of tricks that anorexics are supposed to stop doing (writing down everything you eat, tracking your weight at the same time every day, etc).
anyway, during her frustration about gaining a single pound, n said "i don't want to look fat in engagement pictures." that got mine and d's attention. we both asked if there was something perhaps she had neglected to mention since the last time we were together. she casually said "no, but i want to be engaged soon and i don't want to be fat in my pictures so i need to lose weight now." then yesterday, she said that she is concerned about how heavy she will get "when she gets knocked up." she has always talked about children as a "if" prospect but more importantly, she doesn't like kids.
so i was thinking about this today because i've noticed lately that there are a lot of things that seem to segue in the mid to late 20s. i've been curious when people made the switch from vodka to whiskey. it seems that a lot of my friends have suddenly taken to drinking this vile substance. and people who used to think about children as screaming, annoying, little people now think of them longingly. it's kind of amazing to me. perhaps it's a part of the settling into life after the quarter life crisis ends. the end of that quarter life crisis can come any time now, though i hardly think i'm going to abandon vodka.
from the girl who would do almost anything to see the sun for more than one day in every ten.
until next time...
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