Most Girls Aspire to Marry Musicians While I an Artist

Published by admin under Pandemonium on July 23, 2010

You always hear women rant and swoon over musicians….and more often then not we are the gender to flock to an all male band concert.  I’m sure their thoughts falling in the line of he can write a song for me or he’s so sexy while he’s really getting into his music  albeit he’s going to be a broke bastard if he doesn’t have a day job…. Anyways I was NEVER one of those girls. Sure I had Hanson (**internally cringes** Hey! Mmmbop was incredibly catchy ok?!)  posters plastered all over my wall and even Nysnc. If I didn’t share that w/ you my mom probably would tell on me. I can’t remember how many times she asked me why I had that crap all over my walls….countless.

While most girls were aspiring to marry musicians I had my heart set on marring an artist. Because who needed a song about them when you can have a nude drawing! Thank you Titanic for inspiring me so. No, I’ve yet to have a nudie drawn up of me. Now I”m not so sure I’d want one after bringing forth two children. Fast forward a bunch of years and it turns out I married an artist. It’s not his day job so all the women with husbands who make music for a living have one up’d me, but alas I am still proud of my man’s artistic ability.

He’d tell you it’s not a big deal, but it is…..

(The piece standing out from all the others….that’s Matthew’s)

A couple years back he submitted that picture onto a forum for people who have a hankering for drawing their favorite heroes. Now it’s on the 2nd page of google images (out of 1,730,000 results 0_0) when you search green lantern. Right up there w/ the big boys. I know someday instead of his artwork just being next to theirs in a Google search it’ll be next to them in a printed comic. This kid’s got talent.

So what kind of mate are you/were you holding out for; musician,artist,writer, evil genius??

> personals > strictly platonic

Published by admin under Pandemonium on July 16, 2010

I’m going to try and blog about this without being sarcastic. This is really hard for me to talk about, and that’s what I do when something makes me uncomfortable; I make it funny. I don’t know how far I’ll get.

Someone burst my blissful bubble of ignorance/denial the other day. When someone tells me that they “feel sorry for me” for whatever reason immediately I begin to feel antagonistic towards anything they’re about to say. My pride gets the better of me instead of hearing what they have to say. The poor unfortunate soul who had to feel sorry for me happened to be my husband. What was he sorry for me for?? Was it that he created two evil monkeys angels? No. Apparently he’s sorry for me that I have no friends. I don’t know about you, but when someone tells you that you have no friends you kinda go a little ballistic on them haha. I think it’s because as humans we measure our self worth by how many friends we have otherwise there would be no social network battles of “I have more “friends” then you :P” or “help me reach 1,000 followers and I’ll give out prizes ” would there? “I do too have friends :P thpppsttt” was I believe my response. Followed by, “according to facebook I have 59 friends, and on twitter I have 64 so nana nana boo boo” . I think he saw where this was headed so he tried to explain himself only sending me further into the abyss of resentment where you pull out the reverse physiology and flip it back on them; “And how many friends do you think you have, huh huh?!”. Apparently he was thinking of me while at work, and was having a pity party for me since I am stuck with our children 24/7. Now normally I would be thrilled that he was rationalizing this, but the dude went about it completely the wrong way. He was busting out craigslist personals showing me that there are tons of people that are out there like me, in same situations that are in need of a friend.  I thought I prided myself on being above stigma’s or stereotypes, but this really incensed me. More or less hurt my feelings. Am I really that friendless that I’d have to resort to craigslist to make friends….this is where I sold all my junk for heavens sake! I didn’t even have a clue that there were places to look for “strictly platonic” friends or that you have to specify that a relationship is platonic when you’re searching “w4w” haha, but alas this is the 21st century. Nor did I have any idea what 420 friendly was….

They say that those close to you know you better than you know yourself, and I believe this to be true. I really examined myself and dwelled on what he was talking about.  After internalizing that in actuality I don’t have the kind of friends he’s suggesting I make I decided to apologize and humbly admit I wouldn’t mind having a close friend again….just not a craigslist friend….nothing against craigslist.

As you leave high school something happens. You go your separate ways sometimes emotional and sometimes physical. When you make the decision to physically part ways you’re forced into long distance friendships. When you are living life i.e. dating, getting married, having children, raising children, or what have you those friendships can get lost amongst the choas of eachothers’ busy lives. Then there are the co-worker friends, but in my case those changed with each job. Then suddenly you find yourself jobless raising children and no place to really make friends. The friend pool seems to get smaller and smaller with each life transition. Which is where I find myself now; in the baby pool…figuratively. My point being I do have friends, just not a partner in crime like I once had.  I think I’d been in denial about that. Maybe I was holding out for that someone special, but that was naive,selfish, and stupid too. Maybe that’s why watching I love you, Man bothered me so much. It’s an uncomfortable thought that you have no best friend.

Well those are my deep thoughts for you. Maybe I’ll post about my awkward leap I’ve decided to make in making friends (although I don’t know when I’ll have the time to do so) haha OR I’ve embarrassed myself enough already….