As I type this, my cat is staring straight into my soul from 20 feet away, with those piercing emerald eyes of his. He is probably wondering why I'm not giving him a treat and how he got stuck with such a low-life human.
Also, if there was a reality TV show on who could make the best three-course meal living in the wild, pretty sure my family would win. Our kitchen consists of approximately 2% of the tools a normal kitchen would have. Grater? Nope. Kettle? Nope. Potato masher? Of course not, Indians don't eat mashed potatoes (yay, stereotyping). That weird triangular, pointy grapefruit fork? Don't think so. Apparently, a dull knife and a cutting board dating back to the Cretaceous are the only requirements for proper meal-making. I'm serious, there needs to be a show on this madness. Food Network, do ya hear me?
In other things, dating rules are such utter garbage. What moron decided you shouldn't reply to a potential beau's message immediately because it makes you look desperate? REALLY? 'Cause for some people, responding as soon as possible would be considered the polite and responsible thing to do. If you're actually preoccupied in your passions and cannot reach a communication device, that's hot. If you deliberately set a mental timer to respond three days later while you play Candy Crush on your smartphone... well, do I have some words for you. Can we just be ourselves and honest?! Please.
No, the above is not implying that I am a bitter, jaded spinster; that's still fifty years down the road. But I see way too many people (including myself, I admit) confused and anxious about how to leave the best impression on a romantic interest. Even if you do succeed with your hard-to-get act, the other person then does not know the natural, spontaneous you, which I think is the saddest part of all.
Anyway, that is all. I had no idea what to write when I started this post, so here is a glimpse of what spins around in my brain cavity.
Until next time, my homie Gs.
