"I'm quite aware of how ridiculous I am." - Albert Goldman, The Birdcage

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You’re not tired of dating; you’re just tired. You’re tired of bearing the weight alone. You’re tired of an empty apartment and dinner for one. You’re tired of ricocheting off yourself and slugging shots at the bar. You’re tired of playing dress up with no one to dress you down. You’re tired of the excruciating loneliness that creeps onto tingling skin, begging for touch like sucking for air. And so am I. So is she. So is he, and that girl, and those boys, and so many other people you see on the train, in the market, across the table. But we keep doing it because it’s worth it, because it’s everything, because for all the awkward hellos and terrible dinners, there’s one flawed masterpiece who’s singing your harmony in the SUV three parking spots over.

It’s not about dating. It’s never been about getting set up or going online or any of the crazy things we do to meet someone; it’s not about any of that. It’s about faith. It’s about hope. It’s about remembering the person you’re looking for isn’t a checkmark, but a journey, a stroke of luck, an oh my god and a holy shit and a you won’t believe what happened. It’s the best part of life. And it’s out there. Every great story, every novel and film and letter written only to be burned is about this. And we’re all tired of bearing the weight of those stories… but we bear them together. Keep swimming to the surface, keep swimming ‘til your hands are numb and your lungs are empty and everything is simultaneously tight and enormous because the moment you burst to the surface, your whole existence will change. That’s why we do this. That’s why we do anything.

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Dear DateByNumbers on CollegeCandy (via datebynumbers)

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read about dating.

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aaaand i just sent this to a friend who really needed this. eloquently put, as usual.  three cheers for DBN :)

(via gemdot)

Source: datebynumbers

gemdot:

gpoy on board the plane….

me: i’ve also got twingles…..i meannnnn….twizzlers or pringles.

or the time (tonight) i randomly said “Hello!” to a passenger as she was exiting the aircraft.

Or the time I left the office Monday night and told the security guard “Have a good weekend!”

Source: wiigipedia

Cheese 101 @murrayscheese. #saturday #nyc

Cheese 101 @murrayscheese. #saturday #nyc

Cheese 101 prep! @murrayscheese #instayum

Cheese 101 prep! @murrayscheese #instayum

Don't Work Too Hard: 7 Secret Sins at Work - ABC News

"Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences."

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Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar

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“The Great Gatsby” Reviewed : The New Yorker

“The Great Gatsby” Reviewed : The New Yorker

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Oysters and quality time with an old friend, highlighted by some delicious and unique dishes from Jeffrey’s Grocery.

Oysters and quality time with an old friend, highlighted by some delicious and unique dishes from Jeffrey’s Grocery.

"New York is a friendly town."

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unknown, but from a postcard I found in SoHo a million years ago that I’ve framed and hung in all of my various apartments here.  

This morning, running late and schlepping copious baggage, I stopped at the nearby coffee cart to get a large iced coffee.  As the cheerful vendor man continued to assemble it, I realized my wallet was bone dry with the exception of those rogue pennies that always end up in the small dusty crevices.  I shouted into his cart, “Wait wait! I don’t have any cash, sorry! Never mind!  Stop!”  Instead he calmly handed me my drink, pierced it with a new straw and said, “Are you kidding me sweetheart?  I’m sure you’ll be back, and if not, no worries.  Enjoy.”  

The Art of Being Happily Single | Tiny Buddha

There’s nothing earth-shattering here, but there are some nice reminders in it for me.  I am a person who’s had my heart broken twice in the past year and a half since I started this here blog, and I’m still struggling to find my way: through the frustration, anger, self-doubt, insecurity and over-thinking.  

I’m an only child and already do a lot of things on my own.  So it’s not that I don’t know how to be alone and enjoy my own company.  I got that down pat, yo.  I try new things often, I venture into “extra curriculars” with great exuberance and minimal fear.  I guess I do the same for relationships.  The only difference being that I pick my classes/activities based on what I want, whereas with dates, I usually just go with whomever shows interest in me and then attempt to make it work.  A few talks with a shrink and dear girlfriends helped me realize that in fact, I have an active choice in the matter.  It sounds really simple but it’s taken me this long to really conceptualize.

I suppose when we were younger it was easier or safer to date so haphazardly, at least for me.  I never thought about anything too much or tried to make a square peg fit into a circle.  In fact, there were no circles.  It didn’t occur to me that my success as a woman or in my career might intimidate a man, or that my place in life might cause him pause to reflect on his own and pursue his personal success, without me.  

Since last summer, when I saw the last guy I was dating on my birthday (never to see him again), I’ve had this huge, ugly chip on my shoulder.  I can admit that now.  I’ve felt like everyone’s trying to screw me, no one respects me, God’s decided I won’t ever have what everyone else has, no one understands my plight and struggle because I’ve been alone since birth.  Drama.  Friends offered interventions and lectures on how wonderful and confident I used to be, how what I was currently doing wasn’t good for me, how they want so much more for me and I should for myself.  I couldn’t hear it or receive it without thinking “Oh, it’s so easy for everyone else to say.”  My thoughts remained hardened and self-pitying.  I saw my emotional deteriorations manifest themselves into physical and mental ones.  For the first time in my life, I had high cholesterol, more adult acne than is acceptable for a 31 year old, and have topped off at my highest weight ever.  I quit and joined at least 3 to 4 different work out/gym programs over the course of the winter, never making full use of what I paid for.  And most detrimental of all, I rekindled with an ex that was never available in the first place.

Things changed at work too, to the point that my not-so-observant boss mentioned that I am working so independently that he has no idea what I’m doing most of the time.  He looked me in the eye and urged me to use him as a resource and remember that’s what he’s there for.  (this totally creeped me out & continues to make me uncomfortable since he’s usually not so encouraging)

And so here we are, in the midst of spring and I have to say I am feeling slightly better.  Doing small things to help improve myself - taking a more challenging writing course, watching a lot of Oprah’s Lifeclasses about living your best life (*insert snort here), taking a break from drinking too much, not pushing myself socially and learning to say No, spending time with the friends who nourish me, following a healthier food plan (when birthdays and visits to wineries don’t take precedence!), and last but not least, calling my parents more often.  

I took that imaginary timeline off of my calendar.  The one that dictated when I should be getting married, or what I should or shouldn’t have done by this age.  Instead I am enjoying each day as best I can, counting my blessings and making the most of my situation.  Because I have to admit that whatever/whoever I am, I’m a pretty damn good one!