Grown-Up Kisses: WHAT'S THE DEAL?!

            If I went up to your dad and planted a kiss smack on his mouth, would you be cool with it? How come our parents can all give each other a big fat smooch on the mouth and it isn’t cheating? Is there some unwritten rule I don’t know about?! What’s the deal with grown up kisses?

            The other night I was with a bunch of friends/acquaintances who probably left wondering what kind of pervert I am. We were all saying our good-byes and I wondered after a beer or two (or more), if I should go in for a hug, handshake, peck on the cheek, or dare I go ever so bold and plant a mouth kiss on this guy going in for a quick friendly hug? I wondered how old you have to be? How good of friends you have to be? Or is it because our parents were all hippy swingers and free love carried over to our generation awkwardly? I am not saying that I think everyone should go giving each other the tongue when they see each other, but I am just curious how this became so culturally acceptable for them, yet it would probably make me look like a crazy slut. Can we please set some ground rules for this?

When I clumsily opened my mouth to posed the question of when it’s okay to do a grown up kiss, it was on for discussion. There have to be guidelines our elders follow to make this an open greeting in front of spouses. Rule number one should probably be that there is no tongue involved, “friends don’t french friends (unless you are blacked out).”  The second guideline should be an age limit; you must be 30 years old to go in for mouth kisses. But, there are some parts of this rule that could be a grey area. Like, what if you hang out with people who are older than you? Are you the exception? Do married couples our age get to kiss married couples? And what about if you have a friend who kinda’ grosses you out? I’m not going in for a smooch with the cold sore kid, or the girl that never remembers the guy’s name she wakes up next to? Or the person with bad breath or bad eating habits. Is it okay to take those into consideration?

At least there is one rule that I am almost positive should exist. To eliminate intimacy your eyes must be open during a brief adult kiss. Don’t stare the person in the eyes though, I have a feeling that could be creepy.

So in all, as you ponder the action of kissing your friends as a greeting, try and keep it in your pants dude.

Catching the Trade Winds

            I am in the real world (almost)! As a recent college graduate I really didn’t expect that I would be trying to jump into the real world so quickly. But, as a lot of my friends and sorority sisters have all decided to jump ship and get careers I figure being a sun-tanning, boat-going, sleeping-beauty, type goddess is more so starting to look like a lazy piece of shit to the outside world. I guess when it comes down to it, sleeping until my room is so hot from the sun coming in like I live in some kind of greenhouse is starting to sound a bit painful. And at that rate, when people call it beauty sleep, I beg to differ. Beauty sleep is probably for those who live in air-conditioned basements with no windows to wake you up. In my case sleeping in is anything but beautiful. The temperature rises dramatically in my room. Death Valley doesn’t have shit on the inferno that exists in my terrarium, so sleeping in is just one hot mess. Moving onto the real world seems to be my only choice to make myself get out of bed and attack the day. So with help from a family member and one heck of a sloppy resume, I went in for an interview at the World Trade Center (Tacoma). Although it is the Tacoma branch I sometimes catch myself emphasizing only the WTC part and kind of mumbling Tacoma. Tacoma just isn’t quite as glamorous, in my opinion. But, it is in Tacoma and I do enjoy the whole idea of being in the real world. The unpaid real world. My expertise and fabulous insight and new work wardrobe at the new internship is not being compensated with money, I am at least building a resume, considering the gist of my resume was bartending and serving, this might make me shine a little brighter. And although my writing here is a bit jumbley, I managed to edit the World Trade Center web site as well as learn how to send out an invitation to about 1300 recipients. (lets hope I didn’t screw that one up!) And on top of getting to spend my day doing something I love (reading) I also got to figure out what the company actually does, and how neat the Tacoma branch actually is. So in all, Tuesdays and Fridays from 9:30-3:30… don’t bother calling me. Ill be at the office. :)

The beginning of a lot of rants and rambles

I've always wanted to write a blog, considering my major was with writing I figure now is the time. I am going to Carpe that Diem! But, since I haven't written a blog before, besides one super weird one for a poetry class, this has posed itself as a stress and a challenge. What will people think? Why will they care? and Is this really that important? Those things have all crossed my mind as I began this writing adventure. However, I realized that since I spent four years obsessing over writing, it really shouldn't be that hard to get some thoughts on the page here. Even though the blinking cursor seemed like it was taunting me for a bit there, I got the best of it, and I think I even increased my WPM typing trying to beat the blink. But, the overall purpose of this blog is just to write because I love to write. So as you read this, I hope you take things I say lightly and go into this with an open mind, as sometimes my writing may come out opinionated and sometimes even laced with a bit of vulgarity. The subject matter may vary from creative pieces, to just little summaries of how my day has been. Writing is my release and my happy place.