Remember What You Got

I think

we all forget how much there is to live for. While your over there complaining that you don't make enough money, someone is starving and just had their power shut off. While you complain that you didn't get a close enough parking spot someone else has to walk to and from work everyday because they cant afford a car. I am sorry if you take offense to this but this generation is weak. This generation is built off of feeling sorry for ourselves when things don't quite work out. Its built off of complaining about every bad thing that happens to us from the moment we wake up until we go to sleep at night. We forget that there is still good, we forget about the little things that can bring joy to our lives because we are so busy complaining about the bad. I am sick of freaking listening to it to be honest... Yes it sucks you have to be on probation, but you made the choices that led you there. Yes it sucks that your boyfriend broke up with you but maybe it wasn't meant to be and there is someone better out there for you. While you got the news that your cell phone was shut off, someone else got the news that they have cancer. It could always be worse, yes it could always be better too, but it can always be worse. Stop complaining about the little petty things that happen to you, are they fixable? Will they eventually go away? Yes. Some other peoples issues are ten times worse than yours. Think about that for a second.. 52% of Utahns are homeless, 41% of them are families and 1 out of 50 of them are school aged children. In 2015, an estimated 1,658,370 new cases of cancer will be diagnosed in the U.S. and 589,430 people will die from the disease. In 2009 a rape was reported every 9.5 hours in Utah. Salt Lake City has one of the highest average rape rates in the state at 93 per 100,000.  How big does your problems feel now? I have my down days but I always try to remember these things, I always try to remember how insignificantly small my problems are compared to others around the world. Most of my problems will go away, will fade, unlike the side effects of rape, cancer, or sleeping on the streets. It is hard for me to be proud of the generation I live in, the generation that takes pride in selfie sticks and Facebook posts. The generation who forgets how special it is to pay for the car behind you in the drive through. The generation who doesn't understand that there are bigger issues than it being a Monday or your phone breaking. Take a look around you, open your eyes and see that you are not the only one struggling, you are not the only one with problems and your problems often do not even compare to someone else's. Be humble, be helping, remember when you're in the middle of complaining about that speeding ticket or your computer not working that these things are fixable, small issues compared to that stranger you saw sleeping in a card board box, wondering when they will get their next meal. Talk about the positive things and embrace life! Stop focusing on how stressed you are and remember how blessed you are! <3

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Hey Mr Heart Throb

His

kiss shattered my heart like glass, falling to my living room floor, how good it felt to be broken. This was a different kind of broken, the magnificent kind. I never wanted to be put back together, I wanted my heart to stay there, at his feet in a thousand different pieces. He was worth breaking for, he was my new found heart throb. When he kissed me I felt it inside my bones, they rattled under my skin threatening to jump out and into his arms. This could be it I told myself, I could get lost here in his soul quenching eyes and his breath taking kiss. This moment, in my living room with him, this could be my new destruction and oh how deeply I love to be destroyed, getting torn apart in the arms of my heart throb.

Saving Prince Charming?

Why

are there all these men that want me to come along and save them? I don't want to save anyone, I want someone I can stand beside while they save themselves. It is not my job to fix a guys broken heart that happened from their last girlfriend, its not my job to cure their loneliness, or to make them smile again. I do not want to be any of that for a man. I want men do all those things for themselves so that they can want me for who I really am, not just a helper but a woman. I want a guy who is independent and a strong healer of themselves. I don't want to fill a void or an empty hole inside them, I want to be an add on, someone who improves things that don't really need improving but it feels wonderful to have it anyways. I don't want needy, some one who claims they would die without me. I want a man who is strong enough to live without me but just wouldn't want to because he can choose not to. A man like that is someone worth being with. A man who understands that I am a choice and a mighty good one at that. One who chooses me over and over, not out of loneliness or fear of where I would be without him but because he truly enjoys choosing me, he enjoys the happiness I bring to his already happy life. I want a man who is optimistic about life, who understands that no matter how bad things are they could be worse, and they can get better. I don't want a man so full of self pity that he cannot see when I am sad too. I don't want a man who only talks about his issues and not his positives. I want a man that believes in himself, believes in his strength and his ability to conquer anything with or without me, but he would rather do it with me. I want a man who doesn't push me sexually or mentally. I want a man who knows when I have had enough arguing and gives me space. I want a man who isn't so afraid of being single that he chooses me. A man who doesn't believe that "single" is enough of an excuse to jump into a relationship. I want a man who took his time choosing me, took the time to make sure that I could be the one. I want a man who is picky about who he dates and even pickier about who he chooses to be his girlfriend. I do not want to save a man I want a man who has already saved himself. I think its important to know how to be strong and independent while your alone, that way you can be strong and independent for the woman you want to be with. No woman wants to save you, shes to busy saving herself.

Why Aren't You Texting Me Back?!

If I happen

to text you back I must really like you. I found this new thing in being single, its called freedom. I have grown to hate texting and to realize that in some point and time with humans on earth, texting didn't even exist and those relationships survived. I get sick of typing when I could be talking to you in person, I get sick of sending a text that gets taken the wrong way or ends up getting read by someones friend. Texting is so impersonal, when someone says ooh they texted me back they must like me! NO, it takes two seconds for someone to press some keys on a phone and sound like they mean what they say. Show me your face, stop hiding behind a screen, lets meet in person so that I can tell from your facial expressions if you meant what you said during our late night texting sessions... yes its convenient, but so is the fact that you have a car and some legs and that I just happen to have a doorbell for you to ring when you get here. Since I am single I have found a plethora of dating websites, where we message back and forth and always, at least once I get asked by a complete stranger "lets cuddle" no! I am not going to cuddle you, man I have never even seen in person! Do you know what "lets cuddle" is? Its a conversation filler for "I don't know what to say so I'll say something that makes it seem like I like you" yet this guy doesn't even know my favorite color yet or the fact that I don't like tomatoes, he just knows that I have boobs, look a lot like the other girl he just asked to cuddle with, and that I have brown hair. I am not just picking on men, women do it too, with their flirty heart faces and their winky faces or their "sure come cuddle!" message sent to a guy they have never even seen and most likely wont. Then once you get in a relationship its all about "WHY DIDN'T YOU TEXT ME BACK?!! WHAT WERE YOU DOING?! where are you at? who are you with? when will you be home?! oh.. your at work? shame on me.... we have all done it... in fact I have when I used to be that controlling texter...Back in the day I am pretty sure that would be called harassing... are we all that insecure? That we have to have someone texting us 24/7 all day every day? Do you need someone that far up your butt in order to function or to say they like you? When I don't respond to someones text it goes like this:
Them: well your not texting me back. Hope everything is going okay. Hope you had a good day and your not mad at me. :) talk to you later, or whenever!
Me: I am sorry I was busy.... everything's fine. Have a good day. :)
Them: Busy doing what? Ooh.. just fine?
Me: Something besides texting..... yep.
Them: Oh. I see how it is! Talk to you later then...

People get so defensive on if I don't want to text! Its nothing against you, its that maybe I am with family or with actual people who I want to give my attention to instead of staring at a bright screen and asking them huh? a million times because I am to busy "texting". I am ready to put my phone down and I wish that was okay with the rest of the world in fact I wish the rest of the world would join me...