It's been awhile. I think 1:30 pm is my prime for amazing thoughts that I'd like to write down, but I'm at work and get pulled out of my reverie because people need something almost every 90 seconds. I think adults are like babies. Eating, sleeping and pooping. I think adults do less sleeping and turn to caffeine, so they just happen to be grumpier once they get off their high and need a reboot which is a nap, but ignore it because society tells us we need to work work work. Back to the point.
This evening I witnessed the most hideous wedding invitation I have ever laid eyes on. I found out that there are worse examples that I have yet to witness. If this is the case, I don't think my sanity or my eyeballs could take the strain. I can only imagine what the couple looks like... gah! Funny that I'm talking weddings since I just so happened to be on the same topic yesterday. I had said if a wedding costs 10,000 then its too much and could be spent elsewhere. I was then told that 10,000 is a minimum. Honestly what a waste. What really gets me is the stuff is only used once. After that it ends up who knows where. Really who wants to reuse the same table clothes they used at their wedding? I'm sure people coordinate their house to the wedding... nooooot!
As judgmental as I am about to be about this couple, who coincidentally the groom happened to be a guy I went to elementary school with. The positive spin out of my judging is the clear perspective of how I don't want my life to end up. I'm sure the less than modest life is fulfilling for some people, but I do not want to be struggling my whole life because I made hasty decisions. I definitely don't want to be doing what I'm doing a year from now. It's only encouraging me to figure out what the next step is now because the wedding invite said everything that I don't want or want to end up like. It's not so much me insulting them, but using them as a reference in the back of mind nigling me not to be anything like that. I'm trying here. It's not working. I'm seriously being mean and I'm not feeling guilty about it. If you saw the invite, it would make you think about everything. Who knew that something like a piece of swirly embossed egg shell blue paper with a fabric ribbon around would invoke such life altering thoughts? I have to say, it's some powerful stuff. They should show these to high school students and be like "this isn't want you want, but if you don't go to school and pursue more challenging and fulfilling endeavors, this will be you. Go to class, get good grades and further your education, because some day, this may be your wedding invitation."
I started this post last night, but I was falling asleep so I decided to finish it in the morning and I can't remember where else this post was going to go. This is exactly why I never blog because once the thoughts pass, majority of them slip away or I can no longer articulate them the way I had said them in my head. I definitely don't want to be one of those adult babies who always need to be consuming things. I just want to tell them that they don't need it. They really don't. And if these people were smart they would pack a lunch or a snack. I just think about how much money these people are wasting. You must have better things to spend your money on. I think they're all in debt even though they make more money than I do. The more money you make, the less you actually have? Nah. That can't be. It must be people who have no idea how to practice 40% frugality. I'm always thinking about a conversation I had with this master's student about needing and wanting. It was actually about food, but it can be applied to almost any material situation. If I had the energy I would make it a graph. The list of whether it's a need or not.
Something came to mind about the week. I'm at that point where I'm sick of having the same conversation with people every day. Please don't tell me what you want until you know every precise detail. I think I say "what size" 30 times a day. That's 150 times a week. I've said that at least 3600 times since I started working there. Trust me, I am so tired of this conversation. Just like saying "regular". What the eff is regular? Honestly. There is no such thing as regular, just like there is no such thing as normal. It's retarded. Regular is not a type or a size. It's actually a universal and you cannot refer to a universal, when asking for a material existing object. Universals exist outside of the material. Stop referencing the universal of regular coffee. THERE IS NO SUCH THING. I really want to tell every person who's being a moron that they are a moron. If it wasn't for all these social rules and common courtesies, I would be saying it all the time. I would also get sick of that conversation, because I'm sure I would say it 30 times a day.
This thought is exhausting and I'm sure I'll continue it some other time. I would gladly pick it up again. At the moment, it's irritating me. This is exactly why I sometimes want to take a break from my thoughts, because my thinking about how stupid people are, makes me irritated.
Good morning to you. A good tip, when picking a wedding invitation, stick to neutrals and light colours, use the same font and please please please do not use Comic Sans MS font for you invitation. We're all adults. This isn't a grade 4 poster project, it's a wedding invite. Honestly, who will take you seriously if you create such an eyesore?
