I'm not your bitch, don't hang your shit on me.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Come over here

It isn't often that I get invites of the non-work-related kind to partake in.  Quite often, I have to get dressed and socialize with others, but it always feels like I'm schmoozing instead of having fun.  When I am invited to go out with a friend/acquiantance, I send an RSVP as quickly as I can.

But, there's a problem with some of the recent invites I've been receiving:  Not only do they ask you at the last minute, but they expect you to drop everything and come to them.

Like most people, I work from 9-6 (let's admit the 9-5 job doesn't exist anymore) from Monday to Friday.  I'm not including my time working on the weekend, because it makes me sound like I have nothing else better to do with my life than be on the computer/phone, dealing with client stuff.  I can't leave work at 12 p.m. to have an early lunch because I'm working.  I can't leave work at 2:30 p.m. to go shopping because I'm working.  I can't leave work at 5 p.m. to have a drink because I'm working.  See the pattern?  I work during the day, from 9-6.

Setting aside the immediacy of their invites/requests, what bothers me is the fact they will never, ever make the effort to come to you when they know you're the one who can't go halfway across the city to meet them (and they're able to jump in their car and meet you, so they have no excuse).  Inconsiderate.

Maybe that's why I don't manage to go out with people as often as I would like to.  Sometimes it's better to stop accepting invites, altogether.

Monday, February 13, 2012

A belated anniversary is still worth celebrating

February 10 is the anniversary of Human Nature.  It turned seven years old.  Happy belated birthday.  Time flies when you're having fun, and it also flies when you're not.  It's life and life isn't always appreciated when you're not living in the moment.

Proof of that was the untimely death of Whitney Houston (which will probably garner another post sometime in the future).  Here was someone who squandered her astonishing gift and instead let it go to waste.  During her prime, she was larger than life.  The voice was an instrument that was emulated by few, and replicated by none.  Yet, life passed her by, and at such a young age.

This site is still in its infancy. Seven years isn't old. If this site has another anniversary, then it's because I want it to. If it ceases, it's because I will say so. Either way, I will make the choice.

And, when it comes to my life, I'll make sure I won't waste what I have.  True, I might not ever have Whitney's talent, but I'll appreciate everything I have now and in the future.  For now, and many birthdays to come.