My sister and I were talking the other day about how people used to dress for the activities they were going to do. Such as, if they were going to travel they would put on their travel clothes, if they were going to ride a horse they would put on their riding clothes.
My sister and I thought it would be interesting if we still did that today, because it seems that a lot people dress like they are going to go do yoga, but actually they are just buying frozen yogurt or going tanning. I mean it is just very confusing these days to know who people really are.
Back then it would probably be easy to find people you have things in common with, because you see them dressed in the attire of what they really are doing! But today you can't tell if somebody is really into sailing a boat or if they just like to walk around the mall in boating shoes.
My sister's boyfriend was walking around downtown Columbia the other day and he said everyone was wearing Northface and Patagonia jackets. I mean it's possible that they all just came from hiking down a mountain, elevation at 10,000 ft. But considering we live in the middle of Missouri, I kind of doubt it. Maybe I'm being harsh, I know those jackets are warm, but those companies are mountaineering companies whose intent was to sale to people who do mountaineering things. Now it has become a fad that everyone from a 4 year old to the cheerleader owns ones...I'd like to hear about their crazy hiking adventures!
Okay, okay, I'll give northface a rest. So I would consider myself a pretty compassionate person, I like to help those in need. But recently I've been a little deceived I can't seem to tell the difference between a homeless person and a hipster! I see somebody sitting in the park looking homeless, then they pull out their iphone! Wait a second! I'm not going to give my sandwich to you! I'm just kidding, I love hipsters. I think I'm a little confused by them, and what really defines one, cuz we also have this skinny jean, v-neck, flannel shirt, beard, big glasses, with a beenie fad going on. So I'm not sure if those people are hipsters, or if looking homeless/mountain man is a real hipster!
See my dilemma these days, I don't know who people really are! How am I supposed to start a conversation with somebody, "I see you're wearing running shorts, want to go running sometime?...oh you don't run...well, uhh...hey look at that cloud." The only people I know who they are when I see them are hicks...but even those lines are starting to blur, because cowboy boots have hit the fashion market in the last few years too!
Fads, they are just so interesting. I remember when I said I would never wear skinny jeans! Now almost all my jeans are skinny jeans. Truth is I get caught up in fads too, but honestly I really don't own yoga pants, a northface jacket or sparies. I do have one flannel shirt though! Sometimes maybe my style could be hard to read, but generally my clothes define who I am and what I enjoy doing. I'm wearing sweat pants, yes, I'm going to Wal-Mart...okay maybe that's not a good example considering there is a whole web page dedicated to what people wear to W-M!
It's actually funny that clothes can define somebody. Adam and Eve had no idea what shame would evolve into when they covered themselves with leaves! Thanks a lot guys! I guess that's why the saying holds true "don't judge a book by its cover." Because you really don't know who a person is by what they are wearing! I've been really surprised and disappointed so many times hahaha. I say let's just all hold hands and be posers together (I'm not a hippie, I don't own tie-dye!) Haha.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Just the Worst!
AAAaaa-chhooooo! Excuse me! I have now been sick for about two weeks. It started out as a sore throat and then progressed into congestion and coughing. I honestly can't believe that I am still sick. It's the worst kind of sickness too. I would rather be throwing up and living over the toilet than have a sore throat and congestion. If I were to make a list of the 20 worst things to endure, a sore throat would probably be about number 3. I hate them that much, I can endure getting my face bitten by a dog and numerous broken bones, but I can not endure a sore throat.
Every time I'm sick, I'm sure it is the worst sickness I have ever had, but this one really may be the worst sickness I've had...well except that one time when I was in Europe, and the morning I was to go on a 24 hour train journey to Bulgaria to finish out my summer internship, I woke up with a super sore throat and could barely talk or swallow! Those 24 hours were the worst in my life. I was in a box car that was steaming hot and Europeans don't like to roll down the windows for fear that they will get sick. So we literally went back and forth me pulling the widow down so I could breath and them pulling it back up when I fell back asleep. I was miserable, I'm pretty sure I was going in and out of consciousness than actually sleeping, from it being so hot. Then I had a something like a 4 or 7 wait in Budapest for my next train. I bought three bottles of water and a fanta, piled my bags on a bench and laid across them while I waited for my train. I know I looked miserable, I was soaked in sweat, couldn't breath, hadn't slept, and everything was going numb and beginning to swell from not being able to get up and walk around (I had two huge bags that I was lugging around so it was too difficult to move around with them). At that moment I don't think I ever felt more miserable in my life! So that was probably the worst sickness I've had, but this one is coming in close.
I haven't had a decent nights sleep in awhile, because my nose has to be blown or I have a twenty minute coughing fit, where I'm sure I'm going to cough up a lung or a rib is going to come flying up my throat. I know for certain that if my nose makes it through this, it will never be the same again, and I may have to give Rudolf a run for his money. The only good thing coming from this is the ab workout I get every time I cough. I'll have to pin my workout on Pinterest, "All you have to do is every hour cough uncontrollably for 20 minutes, to get those defined abs we all desire!" Okay, maybe not.
Being sick, just really knocks me on my butt, literally, like I have no energy to walk around so I have to stay on my butt all day. Unfortunately my bedroom is upstairs, I swear it's like climbing mount Everest when I have to go up there, but I don't have an oxygen tank to make the hike with. I'm going to start carrying a backpack around so when I am in my room I can load up anything that I think I may slightly need, so when I go downstairs I don't have a to take three trips up the stairs during the day to grab my chap-stick, or hoody, or my bag of M&M's. It might be five in the morning and I'm going downstairs to lay on the couch, and I may not want my m&m's at five, but if I want them at 1:30 I'll have them in my backpack
Another thing about being sick is that it makes you really weak and vulnerable, and at least for me, more emotional. All my emotions seem to get heightened I don't know if it's because my brain is so jumbled from blowing my nose like a trumpet, and all the congestion has it all foggy up there that my emotions don't get put through a filter so everything comes streaming out or what, but everything was making me cry yesterday. My sister showed me a get well card that her boyfriend sent her and I started crying. We were watching a TV show and one of the characters died and I cried for like a half hour about it. It's awful! I swear if I look outside and see a squirrel gather acorns I would probably loose it.
Unfortunately yesterday we also got a huge snow storm, I'm a bit confused cuz I thought the groundhog said we were going to have a shorter winter, but the foot of snow seems to be suggesting otherwise. We are now snowed in! It would seem fun, but I'm too sick and tired to enjoy it, I think I'm going to go drink some NyQuil and cry about it.
Every time I'm sick, I'm sure it is the worst sickness I have ever had, but this one really may be the worst sickness I've had...well except that one time when I was in Europe, and the morning I was to go on a 24 hour train journey to Bulgaria to finish out my summer internship, I woke up with a super sore throat and could barely talk or swallow! Those 24 hours were the worst in my life. I was in a box car that was steaming hot and Europeans don't like to roll down the windows for fear that they will get sick. So we literally went back and forth me pulling the widow down so I could breath and them pulling it back up when I fell back asleep. I was miserable, I'm pretty sure I was going in and out of consciousness than actually sleeping, from it being so hot. Then I had a something like a 4 or 7 wait in Budapest for my next train. I bought three bottles of water and a fanta, piled my bags on a bench and laid across them while I waited for my train. I know I looked miserable, I was soaked in sweat, couldn't breath, hadn't slept, and everything was going numb and beginning to swell from not being able to get up and walk around (I had two huge bags that I was lugging around so it was too difficult to move around with them). At that moment I don't think I ever felt more miserable in my life! So that was probably the worst sickness I've had, but this one is coming in close.
I haven't had a decent nights sleep in awhile, because my nose has to be blown or I have a twenty minute coughing fit, where I'm sure I'm going to cough up a lung or a rib is going to come flying up my throat. I know for certain that if my nose makes it through this, it will never be the same again, and I may have to give Rudolf a run for his money. The only good thing coming from this is the ab workout I get every time I cough. I'll have to pin my workout on Pinterest, "All you have to do is every hour cough uncontrollably for 20 minutes, to get those defined abs we all desire!" Okay, maybe not.
Being sick, just really knocks me on my butt, literally, like I have no energy to walk around so I have to stay on my butt all day. Unfortunately my bedroom is upstairs, I swear it's like climbing mount Everest when I have to go up there, but I don't have an oxygen tank to make the hike with. I'm going to start carrying a backpack around so when I am in my room I can load up anything that I think I may slightly need, so when I go downstairs I don't have a to take three trips up the stairs during the day to grab my chap-stick, or hoody, or my bag of M&M's. It might be five in the morning and I'm going downstairs to lay on the couch, and I may not want my m&m's at five, but if I want them at 1:30 I'll have them in my backpack
Another thing about being sick is that it makes you really weak and vulnerable, and at least for me, more emotional. All my emotions seem to get heightened I don't know if it's because my brain is so jumbled from blowing my nose like a trumpet, and all the congestion has it all foggy up there that my emotions don't get put through a filter so everything comes streaming out or what, but everything was making me cry yesterday. My sister showed me a get well card that her boyfriend sent her and I started crying. We were watching a TV show and one of the characters died and I cried for like a half hour about it. It's awful! I swear if I look outside and see a squirrel gather acorns I would probably loose it.
Unfortunately yesterday we also got a huge snow storm, I'm a bit confused cuz I thought the groundhog said we were going to have a shorter winter, but the foot of snow seems to be suggesting otherwise. We are now snowed in! It would seem fun, but I'm too sick and tired to enjoy it, I think I'm going to go drink some NyQuil and cry about it.
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