I know I'm not a mom yet. I know after you read this you might get mad at me and want to question my knowledge of the parenting world, but this is all an opinion based on my experiences with parents and their children. If you are a good person you probably don't do this shite so...kudos to you.
Just because your pimped out, super huge, mini car of a stroller costs hundreds of dollars does not grant you full access to the sidewalk. This also does not give you the god-given right to be first to get on the train. It is not a weapon mamitas. If your stroller is as wide as a street, you may just consider a car instead.
If you're kid is old enough to walk and talk and eat solid foods...they are old enough to stand on the train. Stop training them to stare at me with those baby blues just begging me to give up my seat.
There are some places I do not believe children should be seen. These would include: restaurants with entrees that cost more than $25...bars (this is just not a place for them)...shopping (fashion and children do not mix, I like peace when finding a new cute black dress)...the movies after 8pm.
What happened to discipline? Seriously. Your kid isn't gonna love you less because you reprimand them. If you're kid is running into people and being loud and obnoxious, you need to gain the "stare of death" and make it effective. I hate kids on the train running around like wild animals...contain them please. Children should not be in the presence of adult conversation...I don't need little Johnny knowing what's going on in my bedroom while I talk to his mom about why she can't seem to orgasm this month.
I don't care if your kid understands it or not, there are certain television airings that they shouldn't be glued to. Just sayin'. All children should have a bedtime! What's this, "oh he can stay up until he passes out" crap. Are you kidding me. Oh, and candy after a certain hour is just NOT acceptable.
Lastly, you parents that seem to think because you had a kid you have an excuse for being a) a jackass or b) the ability to get out of work whenever you please, NOT COOL. I have things going on in my life too and just because I don't have a child doesn't mean it's not as important. Socialize your child please. These kids that cry because they are exposed to the public...this is a bad sign. I think children sleeping with parents is also a nono. A few times due to nightmares is fine, but after a certain age, its got to stop.
Ok, I think that covers all the bitching I have towards peeps and their kids. I hope that when I do become a parent I don't become a big hypocrit about all this, but I truly doubt it. I think that people who are afraid of their kids and teaching their kids not to be assholes, will end up like this guy:
February 16 , 2009
Happy Birthday to Me
Tomorrow (Feb. 17th) is the day that my existence in this time began. I don’t know why this year seems to mark a difference. I’m edging my way to 40 perhaps? Perhaps it’s the aches and pains of this body that was once agile and active. I don’t know. For the first time in a long time I feel age. I feel my life passing by on another plane. Most my friends my age have started their families, have bought property, and have undergone some sense of stability. Me? Not so much.
I decided at a time in my life where people were settling, to uproot my life to another city, to another way of life and although an experience I would not trade, it is one which requires me to be active and creative way more than the average attendance of First Friday. It requires me to interact constantly. It requires me to walk up and down steep subway stairs and inhale the myriad of smells that New York emits. It requires me to have something to say about what I’m doing constantly. This can be exhausting or it can be exhilarating.
I sometimes wonder if I have the “Peter Pan syndrome” that I’m just refusing to give into my social expectations? Is my frivolity and my pull towards those risk taking individuals a part of my ignorance of my passing years? I find it odd at times that I have not found that stability. I find it unnerving at times to know I’m without child or without a proper career. I’m not sure what it all means to be at this point and place in this era of my life. Perhaps my destiny is just this….this.
This life which has lead me to accomplish things I never thought I would or speak to people I never would have met if I had not taken that jump. If I didn’t close my eyes and say “fuck it”, where would I be? I’m not saying that my friends chose wrong or that their lives aren’t meaningful. I think the excitement in ones life is chosen and produced by them no matter the setting. I just chose a different path at a strange time in my life and since it is my birthday I thought I would reminisce and think about what it is to be who I am today and not who I was ten years ago. I do long to be that irresponsible at times though! I’ve never been more broke, I’ve never been so challenged, and I’ve never been so disoriented, but somehow I know it is all not without purpose. I know that passing this mid mark is the sign of another year to pull out all the stops. My mother feels I need to grow up and get serious about life. Well what is life without the art, the risk, the actual living that takes place? This past year I took my life way too seriously and that really blurred all lines for me. It is ridiculous to think that all these man made rules were put here to better our lives. To be truly free….free with oneself is not completely impossible and that is what I realized in all this…..that I don’t have to follow the rules. It is I who puts the expectations on myself. So, as I turn 36 without child and career, I look at myself and am proud that I’ve been able to meet this challenge with accomplishment and with a good sense of self. I’ll eventually get to the grown up stage I’m sure but I’m having too much fun flying around and making wishes.
January 24, 2009
A Day in the Life....of?
It's four o'clock in the afternoon on a Saturday and I'm trying desperately to figure out what I'm going to write about here. Do I write about how I woke up this morning to yet another costly visit to the vet for my diabetic cat? Do I write about the struggle it has been to get me out of bed each morning or the restless nights of sleep I've encountered? Do I write about the solar eclipse that is to take place on the 26th on the Chinese New Year in the Year of the Ox, which just happens to be my Chinese zodiac? Do I write about how I'm completely obsessed with music lately and how everything I listen to says something about where I am in my life?
I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to pay the $700 vet bill as I cancel my cable and continue to work a job that is making me anxiety ridden. I'm trying to figure out how I can make my passions in life my own. I'm trying to figure out if I'm ever going to join my friends as they begin to have families and houses. I'm trying to figure out when the shift of all the shite that 2008 brought will begin to change for the better. I'm trying to figure out why my friends have been so distant as they deal with financial problems, personal demons and unemployment. I'm trying not to read the close captioning which is permanently set on the second string television replacing my now broken one, which by the way is a lot larger!
I'm indulging in eating badly and hating the cold. I'm indulging in the numbness that alcohol brings with it. I'm indulging in taking a sleep aid almost every night in hopes to dream a bit better. I'm indulging in smoking because I "think" it makes me feel better. I'm indulging in thoughts of a broken spirit and defeated efforts. I'm indulging in how much people can be a burden. I'm confused by not being introduced because I'm not important.
I'm reconnecting. I'm reevaluating. I'm digging myself out. I'm looking for a better way. I'm trying not to be so lonely. I'm really enjoying Saturday Soccer games. I'm happy Nicky Hayden has joined the Ducati MotoGP team. I'm looking forward to a new beginning. I'm trying my hardest to be patient. I'm ignoring unimpressive people. I'm baking cookies. I'm running. I'm enjoying matte lipstick while everyone dons gloss. I'm trying to find who I was and how I'm better. I'm doing my best to help and support those around me. I'm living.
December 14, 2008
A Year Anew
I don't know about the rest of the world since I only live in my own. Oh, don't you? It seems quite obvious we are in a time of change. A time in which the energy of the world is shifting and I'm not sure if it's for better or worse. Cynic I am, yes, but I do recognize when something major is about to happen. I'm watching as many fellow employees are being escorted from their desks to the front door as the holiday season embarks. I'm seeing homeless people where once there were none. I'm feeling the emptiness of my wallet as I attempt to do the limited holiday shopping I had intended for JUST family and very close friends.
Change is coming with this new year and I don't mean the kind of change that you can physically see in the market or in a new President. I'm talking about a universal shift in the way we think, act, breathe and react. I'm finding after talking to friends, it is not some strange fantasy I'm having here, but they also "feel" it too. The tenets we once held dear and thought made up who we are, seem to be evolving in some way. I think people are starting to get that we are "dying" as a people, spiritually and mentally.
I've been having this restlessness inside of me, this need and itch to want to create and connect. Sure, it's always there, but lately it's been really keeping me up at night. I feel as though the choices I make are my my own now and that these things I want to accomplish can't sleep until they initiate. This whole working 9-5 thing isn't working anymore. I hate it. I hate having that set schedule and sitting at a desk all day. I hate the hours of meetings and pointless attire I'm subjected to. Sure, I love everyone I work with, but there's more to life than this right? Why aren't we doing what we WANT to do, whether it's a job, choosing not to have a baby, taking up piano, learning a language, seeing the world! Why do we restrict ourselves so much when we as humans can only be as free as our minds allow us?
Why are we holding on to these old ideas? These old rules of life that someone made up for us? Why are we not engaging in life anymore? I feel as though the age of the robot is upon us, but we are it. We have become so mechanical in our thought process, in the way we work, in the way we play that we are becoming these dead shells of what humanity is left in us. I don't know, maybe it's just me who feels this way. Maybe it's just me who lies in my bed thinking, where'd my life go and where is it going.
So, all this being said and with the New Year upon us, let's make some changes. I don't believe in resolutions, I do believe in change and in order to progress and grow, change is necessary. I say do something new. I say, pick one, two, three things you may want to do that you've ALWAYS wanted to do. Take a pottery class, learn how to change the oil in your car, climb a mountain, race a car, kiss someone you've always wanted to kiss, whatever...for once in your life add some freedom into it. It doesn't just have to be in the movies people. We make our lives what it is and if we want to change this stale energy around us, we need to do it. Sure, it's hard. We cling to what we know and what we've been taught. It's hard to say "fuck it" to your job because how else are those bills going to get paid, but don't you think that if you were doing at least one thing you wanted to that it would all fall into place?
On an added note. The holidays are not about consumerism. I feel good when I do good things for people. If we all looked at our lives on a global level we would think about what we can do to help those who aren't being helped. Gifts can come and go and it doesn't matter if you receive them on a specific day, more than likely that porcelain chicken your aunt gave you is going to end up in a closet somewhere. We should be taking those funds and energy and putting them forth into the things that actually matter and affect us. Go grocery shopping for your neighbor in the wheelchair, give to your favorite charity, invite someone to have holiday dinner with you that doesn't have a place to go...it's not hard, it's just a choice.