Once Upon A WrestleMania

It’s that time of year again. The most anticipated sporting night of the year is almost upon us. And no, I’m not talking about the Super Bowl or March Madness or the World Series. I’m talking about WrestleMania, the Show of Shows, the Grandest Stage of Them All, the Showcase of the Immortals! 1899421-bigthumbnail Anyone who knows me, knows that I have never before had any interest in professional wrestling, and until recently I didn’t. A few weeks back I visited my sister, brother-in-law and new nephew. My brother-in-law has been a WWE fanatic since a young age, hero worshipping the Greats such as The Rock, the Undertaker and Booker T. Needless to say, my days were spent reading children’s books and my Monday nights spent watching WWE Raw. Once I got over the hokeyness of the show, I found myself surprisingly enjoying it. With two weeks of children’s stories and WWE Raw, I thought: why not combine the two? So in honor of the impending WrestleMania event tonight, here are some re-imagined famous children’s stories :

Orton Hurts a Who

Orton Hurts a Who Because “a person can be RKOed no matter how big (or small)”.

The Tales of Bray WyattTales of Bray Wyatt

“Follow the Buzzards” This take on the classic tales of the trickster rabbit follows Bray Wyatt and his backwoods family from feud to feud, both in and out of the ring. In these classic tales, we learn about Bray Wyatt’s youth in the backwoods and follows his family’s exploits in the WWE. The tales culminate in the path to Fastlane  as the Pied Piper of Terror carries his lantern on to WrestleMania to face The Undertaker.

Harry Potter and the Hell in a Cell

14B_Jun05RAW With the Dark Lord defeated, Harry Potter and his gang are left to round up the rest of the Death Eaters and those loyal to Voldemort. When following the Undertaker, Harry unwittingly enters into the back breaking match: Hell in a Cell. Can he survive the battle of wits, brute strength, and pain to defeat the Undertaker, or will the Chosen One bow to the power of the Lord of Darkness?

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Undertaker

Voyage of the Undertaker In this riveting tale, the Undertaker does a little soul searching after his heartbreaking loss to Brock Lesnar. Commandeering Prince Caspian’s ship, the Lord of Darkness sets course for the Land of the Undead. Will he make it back in time to put the final nail in the coffin for Bray Wyatt?


Stardust Jerry Spinelli does it again! Growing up was hard for Stardust, who never quite fit in at school and always lived in his brother’s shadow. A heartwarming tale of nonconformity, Stardust explores a whole new type of peer pressure: in a world of baggy pants and band t-shirts, Stardust chose a lycra suit and face paint. Hop on Stardust’s “happy wagon” and watch his journey unfold as he learns about the costs of popularity and brotherhood.

Andre, the BFG

the bfgAndre travels to Dream Country with the intentions of gathering nightmares to plague Hulk Hogan with the night before WrestleMania. Along the way he meets Sophie, a young orphan girl who helps him see the err in his ways and teaches him about the joys of snozzcucumbers and whizzpopping. Upon hearing of Sophie’s quest to stop the evil children-eating giants, Andre changes course to help put a stop to the Bloodbottler, the Bonecruncher, and the Fleshlumpeater. Is his wrestling prowess enough to stop the evil giants?

The Very Hungry Ryback

the very hungry ryback “Feed me more!” How much will the Big Hungry eat before he transforms into a beautiful butterfly?

Beauty and the Beast

1083_beauty_and_the_beast A follow up to Disney’s original classic based on the fairy tale by French novelist Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, this installment of Beauty and the Beast follows Belle after she broke the prince’s curse. Once Beast turns back into a prince, Belle loses all attraction to him when she realizes she prefers a more beastly man. Soon after, she meets Brock Lesnar, the Beast, when he is training in Paris. The two begin a torrid love affair and Belle runs off with Brock, leaving the prince, his castle and his enchanted rose behind.

The Adventures of Sheamus the Sailor

Sheamus the Sailor After his final battle with Rusev and Mark Henry, Sheamus decided to sail the seven seas in search of the mythological sword Fragarach. Can Sheamus defeat Manannan mac Lir, the god of the sea to obtain the sword that no armor can stop, or will he be banished to the Otherworld by Manannan?

Goldilocks and the Uso Twins

Goldilocks&theUsoTwins Goldilocks picked the wrong beds this time! In her quest for the porridge and chair and bed that is “just right”, Goldilocks wandered into the wrong house. Upon returning home from one of their matches, the Uso Twins find the golden-haired brat in their room, having already ransacked their home and spilled porridge in their beds. She better watch out, because this Tag Team is about to Uso Splash her on out of here.

Happy reading and wrestling!


(all original images found on Google, with photoshop compilation by Jennifer Beth)


Single and Ready to Bingo

All I want for Valentine’s Day is a man with Ryan Gosling’s chiseled abs, Channing Tatum’s dance moves, Brad Pitt’s jawline, Ed Sheeran’s voice, Jared Leto’s eyes, Bobby Moynihan’s humor, Patrick Dempsey’s hair, and ages like George Clooney. Is that really too much to ask?


Apparently, not only is it too much to ask, but is also impossible for a 24 year old single girl who works second shift at a nursing home. Being single at a nursing home is one of the worst social experiences ever. Hearing everything from “You should settle down” to “Well who is going to take care of you when you’re my age?” to “A pretty girl like you? What’s wrong with you?”, I have come pretty close to wearing a fake engagement ring and photoshopping some celebrity into a photo with me and introducing him as my fiance just to avoid such unfortunate encounters.

So this Valentine’s Day, with nothing to look forward to but a good round of Candy Heart Bingo at work, I reflect on the 5 Stages of Being Single on V-Day:

1. I’m single as f***

Everyone but you is in a relationship, and you’re surrounded by lovesick idiots. Whether it’s roses and kisses and sappy love proclamations on Facebook or hand holding and gooey eyes on the streets, it feels like everyone around you is rubbing it in your face that you are completely single. Can you get any more single? Probably. The days surrounding this ill-fated holiday are saturated in red and pink and flowers, which to any single person are The Worst. As the day draws nearer and nearer you seem to get more and more single, can’t the day just be over now so you can stop wallowing in your complete aloneness. What are your Valentine’s Day plans, your friends ask. Wallowing in self pity you say.


2. Everything is RED

It’s as if the world is out to get you. You can’t step out of the house without being reminded of how single you are. The hot topics at work involve what your Valentine’s Day plans, what your sweetheart has planned for you, and how awful it must be to be single, which turns your disbelief and skepticism into molten lava rage. You want to punch every heart shaped balloon and box of chocolates. And the monstrosity that is heart shaped pizzas?! I would prefer mine to be perfectly ordinarily circular please. As the day draws nearer you develop a personal vendetta against everything red and heart shaped. You can’t even enjoy your emojis anymore.


3. Who Needs Love Anyways

What is today? February 14? Weird, must not have gotten the memo. Your anger and rage have dissipated into denial and blissful ignorance. I think I’ll stay in bed all day and wear sweatpants in honor of this hallowed day. Maybe eat my weight in chocolate and finally clean up my e-mail inbox. What is that you say, there are other fish in the sea? Well, I don’t particularly like fishing.


4. Treat ‘Yo Self

You decide to take this day as your personal holiday: it’s all about you, girlfriend! Whether it’s a Galentine’s Day celebration with your gal pals, a spa day on your own, or a shopping spree, bank statements and calories don’t exist. The sky’s the limit, and you are pulling out all the stops. Things are beginning to look up, Valentine’s Day could be enjoyable. If couples can have a special day, you can too. Seize the day, bask in the love in the air. Embrace your singleness and OWN IT.


5. Que Sera Sera

It’s the day of and your emotions are all over the place, but you’ve come to accept the fact that you will be spending the day alone. At this point you’ve come to terms with it all and have a sense of freedom: anything could happen now that you have no plans and no one to tie you down. You’re on cloud nine with no expectations for the day to let you down. Enjoy your freedom, this rollercoaster of emotions only comes once a year!


Happy Valentine’s Day, Muses!


Pics or it didn’t happen

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one Instagrams it, did it really happen?


I’m definitely preaching to the choir here, but I think it’s high time to set the phone down and start living. I’ve always been a supporter of social media, I think there are so many amazing ways that it allows us to keep in contact with far away relatives, connect fans and celebrities, and promote amazing causes in ways that weren’t available a decade ago. The possibilities are limitless.

But this limitlessness is a double-edged sword. Social media slowly crept its way into every aspect of our lives, from where we eat, where we shop, where we go, to whom we spend our time with and even where we poop (Places I’ve Pooped), we have the ability of sharing just about anything we desire to social media outlets. And personally, I have nothing wrong with people being able to share anything they want on social media: it’s the beauty of freedom of speech. And if anyone’s proclamations of love or hate, political outbursts, or the sharing of very personal life events is at all bothersome to you, everyone has the ability to block, delete, or hide notifications from those they want to distance themselves from on the internet.

However, the control of social media on our offline lives has become a bit ridiculous. Smart phones have changed the way we experience everything: meal times include instagrams of food at restaurants or home. People are more worried about making their food look better than everyone else’s than they are about eating it before it get’s Screen Shot 2014-10-26 at 8.54.21 PMcold. A recent Samsung commercial featured a young couple snapping photos at their child’s soccer game, but what I couldn’t get past was the fact that they were so worried about getting the perfect photo of their kid, that they weren’t even watching the game or cheering on their child. Social events, parties, and hanging out with friends now has more emphasis on taking photos to prove you were together on social media than actually forming connections.

"pics or it didn't happen": the motto of our social lives

“pics or it didn’t happen”: the motto of our social lives

Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect and always put spending time with people above taking photos or that it’s wrong to take photos: I think it’s incredibly important to preserve the memories we’re forming with our friends and families, and social media is a great way to share this. I even am working on a 365 Photo Challenge where I take a photo every day for a year. This means I am on Facebook and snapping photos of myself, my friends and my surroundings at least once a day.

The issue that I do want to tackle is the emphasis on the “fake” lives we project onto social media. For many, it’s about making their lives look better, more fun and more glamorous than the next person’s page. How often do you check out your newsfeed and jealously swipe through someone else’s photos and wish you had been there or snapped a few more photos last weekend to prove that you were more social and fun? f9a5be830deed7db9fe61534ce10d080 (1)How often are you too busy trying to instagram a photo or upload one to Facebook that you miss the game winning shot or miss out on a friend’s story? I know that I am guilty of looking at people’s photos and wishing that I had been there or done that, or obliviously posting photos and not actually interacting with those around me.

The fact is, no one’s life is as perfect and glamorous as social media makes it out to be. Once you get past this and stop judging your life against someone else’s Facebook page, you’ll realize that yours can be just as fun and exciting if you just let it happen. So often we use our phones as a social buffer in situations where we don’t feel comfortable interacting or talking with people we don’t know, or are just plain bored. But if you just put yourself out there and start a conversation, you’ll be surprised by how easy it is to connect with people and have a good time. So set down your phone, close your laptop, and leave them both at home for the weekend: make memories, not megabytes!


Professional Happiness: the Unformulated Learning Curve

I’m not going to sugarcoat it: I have never wanted to be a CNA. Even though I am going into the medical field, the profession never attracted me. I didn’t like taking the class: I hated  having to drive two hours round trip to the community college that offered the night class to then sit through a five hour class that covered topics that I had already studied in my other pre-med classes. The clinicals didn’t challenge me like I wanted them to, and looking for job openings scared me. Going through interviews and job orientation was something I dreaded, and when I heard my job placement on the last day of orientation, my heart literally dropped: I had been placed on the memory care unit at the nursing home, the most difficult unit in the facility with a high turnover rate of employees who get burnt out from working with some of the challenging residents on the unit.


It’s easy for someone in my position to give up, not try, and do a half-assed job. I’ve seen it at my current job: bored employees who don’t want to be here but need the money to pay the bills. They are the absolute worst people to work with, and definitely disheartened me during my first few months at my current job. Despite witnessing some of this negativity, my mindset has always been that no matter how much I dislike this job, I am still taking care of PEOPLE: I am not going to stop giving the best care that I can just because I would rather be working elsewhere.

Md9eef2ea35edee92673c93dfad38501eIt’s easy to slip into lazy habits and not try hard, and I think it’s a lesson that I’m learning at this job about professional goals and integrity. No matter how low your hourly pay rate is, how well known your employer is or how much you actually want your current job, keeping your professional goals in mind make the difference that allows you to have a successful career. If I didn’t keep my goals of PA school in mind every day that I’m at work, I would have quit within the first two weeks, or turned into the coworker that everyone dreads to work with. Instead, I take each and every day as a learning experience and a chance to acquire new skills, whether it be learning to deal with the patient’s families, uncooperative patients themselves, fellow coworkers, or just my own patience and sanity while working a stressful and physically draining job.

I’m never going to say that I’m the best CNA on my unit, or that I’ve got my job all figured out. I’ll be the first to tell you that I still have a lot to learn. But based on what I’m experiencing at this job, I have begun to appreciate working in a profession that I don’t like. I have learned to appreciate my times away from work much more, put my professional goals in perspective, and how to truly work for something I want. I know that I’m on the right career path, and even though my first few jobs probably will not be my dream job, I plan to get as much out of each one as I put into them.


Whether you already are working your dream job, hating your current one, or are aspiring for something new and challenging, don’t let where you are now stop you from getting to where you want to be. You should always strive to improve your performance and work towards something, rather than settling for second best or status quo. Try to find one thing that you can learn from where you are and one thing to work towards in the future. Through all the bumps and detours along the way, you’ll find that you learn a lot about yourself and how to be happy in your profession.

First Dates and Other Disasters

I was recently asked on a first date, and naturally upon acceptance it only took about 10 minutes for the panic to set in. I wish I were joking, but I am actually the absolute worst possible first date companion. From what to eat to what to wear, to what to say, and how to hold my face, I’m absolutely hopeless. It’s not that I’m socially awkward or unable to hold a conversation; quite on the contrary I am usually a social butterfly. I’m not entirely sure what happens when the social situation switches to a date, but for some reason all rational thought typically goes out the window and here’s what happens:

It all starts off with the crippling terror of everything that could go wrong: my shirt ripping spontaneously, saying the wrong thing, speaking in gibberish, uncomfortable silence, spilling on myself, falling, tripping, snorting and/or farting with laughter, amongst every other thing that could go wrong.


While these lovely thoughts are simmering in my mind, I begin to contemplate outfit options. Which leads to another confession: I probably should not be allowed out to eat in public without a bib. If there is food and utensils involved, said food will end up on my shirt, it’s inevitable. But back to the decisions. To rule out possible mishaps, we take heels, light colors, and anything trip-able or spill-on-able out of the picture. This basically leaves me with sweatpants or maybe just a large sack or bag.


My level of panic is now at a rapid boil. When I somehow suppress my panic, throw on whatever is somewhat acceptable and manage to make it to the restaurant I am confronted with the next hurdle: small talk. For some reason, whenever in these situations my brain has no filter. I say the first thing that comes to my mind, and usually it’s not as funny, witty, or graceful as it sounded in my mind. Half the time I end up telling never-ending pointless stories or cringing and biting my tongue, thinking: “Dear Lord, did those words really just come out of my mouth?”


If the guy hasn’t fled by the time we order, we come across the next obstacle: WHAT IS SAFE TO ORDER! As aforementioned, I am not necessarily the neatest eater. High on the no-no list are pasta and pizza. How do you gracefully eat spaghetti without the pasta ending up all over your face, on your lap, or hanging unattractively out of your mouth? Likewise, most pizza toppings either painfully burn the roof of your mouth, or come off all in one bite, leaving you with just sauce and crust. Salads are equally difficult to maneuver, oversized lettuce leaves and dressing waiting to give your clothes oil stains. Soup’s right up there too as a spill hazard, and a burger is only slightly more safe. Add in talking around the food and still managing to look attractive?  I’ll stick with the bread please.


This being my past experiences with first dates, I was needless to say positively mortified  about my impending doom and thinking of just about any excuse to get out of it: plant sitting for my neighbor, a summer cold, an important Spongebob marathon to partake in, car broken down, anything.

But then I realized that maybe my problem wasn’t that I am chronically undateable, but rather that I’m stuck in my own head. Instead of worrying so much about being a good first date and everything that could go wrong, I needed to just own who I was and not worry about what he thought of me. If I couldn’t be myself around him on the first date  because of some irrational nerves or because I was trying to be something or someone that I’m clearly not, then maybe I was looking in all the wrong places.

It’s easy to tell someone to just be themselves, but a lot harder to actually practice that ideology when society tries to tell us to hide our quirks, faults, and flaws. The date went surprisingly well. I did manage to spill on myself, but instead of being mortified and clamming up, I laughed it off and moved on. It was a lot easier to be me – quirks and all – than to pretend that I was something that I’m not.


Even though our relationship didn’t go further than that first date, I wasn’t a total disaster: crisis averted. You learn a lot about yourself from dating and meeting other people. Some may be good things, and others may be items you need to work on, but no matter what, don’t let what they think stop you from just being you. Eat what you want, wear what makes you comfortable, and discuss what interests you! Embrace your weird and your differences. If it put’s other people off, so be it: you’ll definitely be a memorable first date either way!


the recovering chronically undateable Jen

The Five Minute Phone Call

There’s no way to prepare for it. There’s no good way to talk about it, and there’s definitely no good way to start moving on from it. I’m not here for sympathy or pity or attention, but rather to work through some thoughts and attempt to gain some closure.

One phone call on a Friday night was all it took. One five-minute phone call. My sister had called and texted me telling me to call her back because it was important. I had expected good news, thinking she was calling me to tell me she and her husband were expecting a baby or had found a house they wanted to buy. Those things seemed important to me when I called her back after work. Instead, I heard some news that I have wanted to un-hear ever since she told me. She stated it matter of fact, all in one sentence with no pauses or moments for me to process it. Maybe it was because she was so used to delivering this news to her patients’ families, or maybe she was feeling as numb as I do now. Maybe it’s the distance that makes it feel surreal and false, or maybe it’s the fact that I want it to be a bad dream so badly.

You never know what your last conversation will be with someone, not until after the fact. One of the first things I thought of was whether or not I had expressed my love and how I could show it now. Our family, friends, and church have shown nothing but support and love, and although it is comforting to know that a loved one is in a better place, it doesn’t fill the void here on earth.

It still feels like this is straight out of a book, that it isn’t real and it’s happening to a fictional character that you love to hate. I had just finished a book the day it happened about time travel, by Ann Brashares, “The Here and Now” where a character goes back in time to save someone he loved, yet unknowingly causes a pandemic that destroys the world and has to be corrected by yet another time traveler. I know that time is out of our hands, and that this all has to be a part of God’s plan for our family, but I can’t help but think about what would happen if we could just rewind to 10 a.m. Friday morning and change the outcome. I’ve already wandered down the dangerous path of: “God, why did you let this happen; why so young; why do you take the best people from us?”. I was put in my place in church this morning by a story and sermon about Peter, who also questioned why Jesus had to leave them here on Earth, but learned that it isn’t for us to know God’s plans for our lives and those whom we love.

I’m not here to give advice, because frankly I don’t have any to give yet. I have heard lot’s of advice from others. I’ve heard everything from “Cry and let it all out” to “Keep busy” to “Write about it”. I think the one that stuck with me the most was “Remember her smile”. Instead of dwelling on what happened and grief, I chose to remember the good, to celebrate her life instead of fixating on the tragedy. There’s no use in ignoring what happened, but instead of focusing on it, I want to remember the best of her time here on earth.

I’ve started this post and written and rewritten it more times than I have with college theses and papers, I may not have gotten it right, but I feel that the act of writing it out has been therapeutic and progressive. You can never tell someone that you love them enough times, and there’s no bad way to remember someone, whether it’s through hugs, laughter, tears, videos,or going out for ice cream. Call up your mom, tell her you love her, and don’t let those little moments pass you by.


Am I a Good Fucking Friend?

This past week I was binge watching a season or two of Girls while procrastinating writing this post, doing my homework, working out, and in general boycotting anything remotely involving productivity. After shamefully watching another episode, titled “Bad Friend”, I began to think about what makes a friend bad or good, and most importantly, am I a bad friend?

Is being a good friend determined by how long you’ve been friends, how comfortable you are sharing everything, whether or not you have lived with them, what you do when you hang out, or what you have in common? Or is it about how we categorize our friends? With the use of social media in communication, the definition of friendship has drastically changed: are we “real-life” friends, Facebook friends, Twitter followers, school friends, just “going-out” friends, Instagram followers, roommates, old high school friends (that we want to delete from Facebook, but secretly we want to keep up to date about their whereabouts), friends who have moved away, or friends that we spend all of our time with?

You know the ones I’m talking about:

The Facebook Friend:


The ones you added mostly in order to stalk their photos, keep updated on their whereabouts/relationship status, and because you had that great conversation that one time at that one place.

The School Friend:


You know who I’m talking about. The friend you know in class who you sit with every day, but your camaraderie doesn’t make it past study groups and complaining about exams. “But bitch, if you try and take the spot I’m saving for her with my backpack, I’ll cut you”.

The Going Out Friend:


This friend is the life of the party, and your friendship seems to grow exponentially in relation to the number of drinks you have consumed, along with your dancing skills. Your friendship comes out of its hibernation only during the weekends, along with the occasional weekday binge.

The Roommates:


You chose to live with these ones, and they’ve seen you at your best and your worst. They know all your weird habits, and how often you work out/binge watch Teen Wolf [insert guilty pleasure show], and they don’t judge you (sometimes they even join you). They’ll back you up in a fight, support you in your weird habits and endeavors, and drive you across town to help you get your things from your weirdo ex boyfriend who cheated on you – and in true New Girl fashion, doing it all while displaying your weird hat collection to the world.

The Facebook Friend that you secretly want to delete, but CAN’T:


Why are you still friends? You don’t know, because you don’t talk anymore and all they do is post 20 page long statuses about their personal lives that you would prefer not to know, but are secretly addicted to. Your mouse hovers over the “Unfriend” button frequently, but then you realize you will no longer be able to make yourself feel better by validating: “at least I didn’t post that on Facebook”.

The BFF (for realz):


These friends frequently overlap with the roommates and going out friends, because you literally do everything together. Your puppy graduated obedience school? They’re there to take photos. You don’t want to poop alone in a public restroom? They park it next to you one stall over. You just want to veg on the couch and watch Grey’s Anatomy on repeat? They’ll bring the popcorn. Usually conversation is non-verbal and they’re thinking it before you are. Judgement is nonexistent, and any fights you’ve had are usually about irrelevant things and resolved within minutes.

I unconsciously tend to categorize my friends, and I haven’t decided whether or not it’s a good or bad thing, and specifically whether or not this makes me a good or bad friend. Each type of friendship seems to have its own set of rules, which if I broke, would make me a bad friend, but in another situation, makes me a great one. For example, if I were to cancel a study date with a school friend because I couldn’t make it off the couch, I would be subjected to the silent treatment in lecture the next day, but if I canceled on a roommate, they would probably tell me to scoot over on the couch. Does understanding the extents of a relationship and conforming to their limitations make you a bad friend? If my school friend started sobbing to me about his/her significant other troubles, I would feel uncomfortable: our relationship consists of complaining about our professors, talking about deadlines, and planning study strategies, and usually NOT personal life/issues.

This may seem heartless of me, but I do value each and every friendship for their limitations and for their potential to change. Sometimes these friendships evolve and change, both for the better and unfortunately sometimes for the worse. Things happen: fights sometimes don’t get resolved, people move away, roommates split up, and classes end. Not every friend will be forever, but the important thing is to appreciate them while you have them, to learn from your experiences with them (both the mistakes and the good times), and to make sure that you have always been the best friend you can to them (whether this is celebrating a great exam, holding their hair back while they puke, or “liking” one of their Facebook posts in support).

In this episode of Girls, one of the characters, Marnie drunkenly has sex with her best friend of many years, Hannah’s ex-boyfriend (who also in true Girls’ ironic fashion came out after breaking up with Hannah in college, complicating this tryst even more). Distraught about telling Hannah and feeling guilty yet also self-asserted, Marnie begins to question her friendship with Hannah in the first place: were they just staying best friends out of habit, or because they actually were still friends? Tensions rise, one thing leads to another, and Marnie moves out after a fight with Hannah (all without ever telling Hannah that she had slept with her ex-boyfriend!). They eventually make up, but their friendship has changed drastically. But I think this point is what is important: they adapted their friendship to the things that happened between them, and learned to forgive.



I initially felt very self righteous after watching the episode, thinking to myself: I have never – and would never – sleep with my best friend’s (ex) boyfriend. But this doesn’t necessarily make me a good friend. How many times have I been too self-absorbed with my own problems to not realize that my friends are also going through rough patches, and how many times have I noticed and still not made the effort I should have?

Sometimes we just have to remember that we’re all human, we’re going to make mistakes, and the way to be a good friend is to realize when you’re wrong, admit it, stop placing blame, forgive each other and  just move on.  So ladies, adjust your self-righteous panties, embrace your mistakes and shortcomings, and be a good fucking friend!



The Response:

Let me say first – Congratulations on your first post!

I read this late after work one night and have been processing it ever since. It has forced me to evaluate myself as a friend, and as a person who would like to extend their friendship but has always been kind of poor on follow through. While I have many of the different types of friends you have described, I also took on a different perspective.Some of these friends overlap for me severely, and I think it is because I have only truly maintained relationships with a few people over the past few years – six from high school, six from college, and a handful from outside and other experiences.

For me, I feel that I get caught up in my own things and it is really hard to realize that my friends are going through similar situations – especially at this point in life. Whether it’s finding a job, fighting with or finding a boyfriend, work conflicts, general bad days… there is always Something. Sometimes, for me, it is easy to slowly transform your friends into simpler and more easily digestible characters rather than the complex, excited individuals they really are.

It is always so refreshing to step back and really consider the complexity your relationships, and even better to sit down with a person you share this connection with. Thank you for reminding me to be a better friend.