Even though I wore SPF 45 AND reapplied multiple times, my skin still turned a pleasing shade of pink. And what do I hear at work on Monday? "You look good with a base tan." What!? What?! A.) It's a burn. and B.) Being super pale is preferable to being burned (even a wee little bit) in my opinion. Unfortunately, my skin will pinken just walking outside for ten minutes. Reeeeee-diculous. At least I wasn't one of the drunken revelers who ended up with the more painful burns.
Speaking of drunkenness, every now and then I witness something that reaffirms my decision not to drink like a fish (or very much at all, for that matter) and this weekend was one of those marvelous times. From overhead, I observed word vomit. Actually, it was more like word knives, thrown with reckless abandon at an innocent bystander. And they totally hit home. It was disgusting to hear/watch. One individual commented that you "shouldn't judge a man while he is drinking." Maybe not, but I will judge the fact that they let themselves get to the point where they lack the necessary control to stop themselves from seriously hurting their friends. That is unacceptable.
Anyway. Life sometimes seems like such a waiting game, and it's frustrating. Whenever I try to take control and make something happen, it doesn't work out, and it's like, well, what am I supposed to do - just suck it up and deal? I think not. I've always felt like I was good at dealing with whatever came at me, but lately I have wanted more control, or at least feel like the decisions I am making are affecting something bigger. Being a part of something larger is important to me, and right now, it's just not happening. Lame.
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