I heart life. The thing I heart most about it is the unpredictability. They say that variety is the spice of life, but I disagree. It's definitely spontaneity that keeps my world going 'round. My longing to experience new things coupled with my inability to feel shame of nearly any sort are a perfect combination for the invitation of bizarre and random occurrences. In addition, my irrational need to live without regret also throws a wrench into the equation.
Recently, my best friend, Jessica, has been down about her dating situation. While I'm not too fond of mine either, I feel her situation takes precedence over mine. Not so much because it's more important because Lord knows I'm a selfish mother fucker, but because focusing on her problems creates a diversion from mine. I'm such a good friend.
At any rate, I pointed out that she appears to have fallen into a pattern. Her dating record is a predictable sequence... You know exactly how it starts, what's going to happen in the middle and then exactly how it falls to pieces in the end.
My advice? "Stop acting like a bitch."
We'll be out all drunked up in da club and I'm open to speaking with anyone and it shows on my face, in my demeanor; the whole nine. I have found that when you leave yourself open to new experiences you exponentially increase the probability of something totally random occurring. She, on the other hand, will stand around with a pouty look on her face appearing completely unapproachable. The look is only to be matched by the nastiness that comes pouring out of her mouth when someone undesirable tries to strike up a convo.
As a consequence, I sat her down last night and forced her to watch "The Sweetest Thing." I needed her to visualize what life could be like if you approach situations with a different attitude (i.e. a good one). I'm not one for chick flicks and I'm not one for life imitating art, but I had to make these 2 sacrificial exceptions in the name of friendship and support. I had to take a hit for the team. Thanks to my manipulative nature, my evil plan to make her not a bitch worked and we had the most fun, like, EVER! Wow, what crazy night.
I can't blame her for being so cynical... That's what 3 years of living on South Beach will do to you; the players, the parties, the tourists. We were both stuck in a rut of sorts. She was stuck being a cynical bitch and I was desperately seeking someone to drag into my crazy world, unwitting or otherwise.
Sometimes we need other people to push us out of our comfort zone. I find myself to be more than willing to shove anyone at anytime.
