Overcoming the Urge to be a Judgemental Bitch and Help a Fellow Woman Out…

I have a problem.

A serious problem.

A problem I had not become aware of until recently. 

I am a judgmental bitch. 

 I am literally throwing shade with wild abandon.

And I’m not sorry about it.

Now, outwardly, I’m a nice person. Extremely. If you met me, you’d think I was a sweet person. I am that person in the office who is always willing to lend a hand, come in on a Saturday, pick up a shift. It’s 3am and your drunk and stuck at a bar/yacht/general place you don’t want your human person to be? Oh, I’ll come get you (within reason, I have a day job). Hell, I got a role in a play recently because I am “just so sweet”.

A little part of me would like to blame my obsessive love of drag queens. Drag queens are catty, from what I have observed. Then I thought about what a drag queen is. A female impersonator. And yes, I am aware that this is one facet of drag. Drag is a beautiful rainbow of creativity. Do what you want with it. I’m merely stating my opinion. 

Women are catty. Women are mean. Naturally. There’s some weird gene that we are born with that enables us to flip a switch and tear someone a new one so deeply, it’s incredible. Some gay men also have this gene, which personally solidifies my theory that you are “born” homosexual and you do not “choose” homosexuality as a lifestyle. 

I digress

I never realized that I was so judgmental until I was explaining a game a friend and I play whilst out at the bar. Honestly, I should have expected it. Me and booze have this relationship where it just removes my brain filter and I gain the volume control of a toddler. Believe me, it’s bad. But we literally spent of whole night reading the fuck out of this girl. Criticizing her makeup. Her choice of company. Her lack undergarments whilst wearing a t-shirt mini-dress. Her drunken white girl dance (it exists, go YouTube it… I’ll wait…). Her general sloppy drunk act. Everything. The only nice thing we had to say was she great shoes. She had great shoes. Like I’m fairly sure they may have been Christian Louboutin shoes, which may explain her tiny dress if she paid for those shoes. And I could fall into the black hole about how girls act in the bar, but I will save that for another time.

One thing that I took from this girl’s situation is that she had no girls helping her out. None. Zip. Nada. A girl that’s been ditched by her “friends” at the bar is a bad time waiting to happen. It’s like opening up an invitation to drug, kidnap and do terrible things to said girl. Not all the time, I watch enough Law & Order: SVU to know that’s usually how it happens. And because I’m a pessimist and I usually assume the absolute worst of a situation. Men pick off the weak one in the herd, just like predators in the Animal Kingdom. You ever wonder why you see such a tight-knit group of girls at the bar? So we don’t lose someone to Johnny McCreep-O at the end of the night.

I’m just saying, ladies, if you see that sloppy drunk girl in the bar with NO FRIENDS; get her a glass a water. Help her put her shoes back on before she gets a staph infection from walking around barefoot in the bar parking lot. Help her order an Uber so she can get home. 

Just help a woman out. Seriously. 

Things I’ve Learned Since Entering “Adulthood”

  1. The Destiny’s Child song “Bills. Bills. Bills” will become your actual life. Fucking bills. Everywhere. All the damn time.
  2. Suddenly introducing a large amount of vegetables into your every day diet will give you A STUPENDOUS amount of gas. And it will smell horrendous. I mean, even your dog will leave the room offended. Bonus: you will win a Dutch oven contest every time. EVERY TIME.
  3. If you’re in a serious relationship for longer than a year, all your elderly relatives will randomly start humming a wedding march whenever you are around. [alternatively: if are (insert serious relationship status here), they may also hint towards children, because they fear your baby-making materials may be turning to dust.]
  4. Buying household appliances is a fucking EXHILARATINGLY experience. Trés adult.
  5. Bills. Fuck, all the bills.
  6. If you have a child, it will hit you like a crushing ton of bricks that you are responsible for another human’s welfare. ANOTHER HUMAN PERSON.
  7. You can be awake as late as you want. Hey-oh! (Which will probably only be till about 10:30p because you have to work at 8:00a the next morning.)
  8. You can cut food groups out of your diet and people don’t complain that “you’re picky eater”. They assume you’re on some super alternative diet, which they want ALL the details to, including where you bought the book.
  9. If something breaks on your car/house/device, you have to pay for and/or fix it yourself.
  10. Did I mention bills? Because fuck them. But don’t, because you shouldn’t be have sexual relations with inanimate objects. Also, who wants the potential paper-cuts on their unmentionables.

The Year of New

Everyone takes this time of the year to re-evaluate their lives and try to start anew. The New Year is the best time to stop and think about one’s life and change the things they are not proud of that were a part of themselves in previous months.

Now… My thing is, why wait until the new year to make a change in yourself? This is something that you can literally do any time of the year. Any time. Any time at all. It could be August and you wake up and be like: “I want to change!” Don’t think just because it’s the New Year that it’s a necessity to change. My advice with the New Year is not to make “resolutions” but to make “suggestions” for yourself to make you a better you.

I hear the greatest quote at a New Year’s Eve party and I think I’m going to make it my personal mantra for the year:
“Get all the negativity in my life, crumple it up in a little ball, and punt that shit the fuck away from me.”

Because literally, I have no time for it. None. Whatsoever. I have no qualms about cutting you from my life if that’s all you’re bringing to the table. No one wants Debbie / Dorian Downer at their parties all the time. I’m trying to improve my life. Listening to you complain about everything is not conducive to said improvement. A girl can only do so much eye-rolling…

But I digress… I thought I’d share the New Year’s “suggestions” I’ve decided upon for 2015.

Eat Healthier / Exercise More
I know, I know, I know… Everyone and their mother makes this one. I seriously need to re-evaluate what I’m putting in my body. I am not a teenager. My metabolism does not have the speed of a cheetah any longer.  Not to mention that I’m beginning to notice I now have wobbly bits than before. I like some of the wobbly bits but not all. Some of them need to go and a better diet and exercise is the best way to go.

Finish Writing Projects More
This needs to happen. I’ve been slacking so much its ridiculous. If you could see the amount draft blogs that I have started, you would all be ashamed. Hell, if you could see the amount of notebooks I have with uncompleted short stories, screenplays, novel-length projects, etc… Let’s just say I may be killing the planet. I’ve literally given myself deadlines, because I’m an honest-to-god procrastinator. If the deadline does not exist, shit does not get finished. Deadlines make me all panicky and force me to work. Not that I recommend this method for everyone. It can be stressful. Very stressful but incredibly effective.

Perform More
I used to be in everything; dance, theatre club, Girl Scouts, debate, A Cappella choir, all while working a part  full time job. I was so busy but so happy. I loved it. Generally, I believe that my life needs to be chaotic in order for me to function properly. Too much time on my hands results in becoming one with my sofa and a Netflix/Hulu/Amazon Instant Video addiction that slowly spirals out of control. Not that I dislike it being a sofa vegetable from time to time, just not all the time.

I had the amazing fortune to see Grace Helbig, Hannah Hart, and Mamrie Hart  on their #NoFilterShow tour over Halloween. (side note: If this show comes anywhere near where your human person is located, go. Just go. You will thank me later.) There were two parts of the show that really stuck with me: Mamrie’s cheerleading (Youtube it, it’s fucking hilarious) and Grace’s piece on anxiety and projects. She did this great little rewrite of the song “Ugly Heart” by G.R.L. entitled “If You Don’t Just Start” (also, Youtube this). She made a great point of nothing will ever come your way if you don’t start anything. It has been stuck in my head ever since.

So, I’ve taken the initiative and started working with my local community theatre company, working on short film project with a close friend,  and writing screenplays (that I intend to finish, see earlier paragraph). I’m going to perform. Lots. An obscene amount that I may regret it promising myself to get involved in.

So those are my suggestions/resolutions for myself in 2015. I shall keep you abreast of the situation and upcoming projects. This should be a very interesting year. Very interesting, indeed.