Yea, no problem.

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And that would be true, if you never cared.
Not caring is easy...most of the time. Once in a while, however, there comes a tipping point and a realization that the norm just isn't good enough. And why is it that the norm always comes in outrageous packages?
This is called "Sex and Seinfeldisms" - and thus far 'sex' hasn't been explored...well, just happens to be the case that the opposite SEX is the focal point of this blog.
I consider myself a psychologically stable person, BUT women really are not THAT. No joke. And they admit it. I guess sometimes even I can't talk my way out of that one.
We've been told our whole lives we're crazy, "emotional", etc, etc....
HAHA
Let me tell you. Men string along women all the time. Whether because of immaturity, being self conscience, having "trust issues", whatever....it's all the same deal.
So, to all the normal women out there, don't worry....it's not you. Really it's not. It's EVERYONE.
Fuck.

"My niece told me you were different." "I am different, yeah."

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There are so many things in life unexplored because of weakness.

It's so true. We live in a society that makes you believe weakness can always be a strength. A mother doesn't let her children socialize? Well, she just 'runs a tight ship'. A guy/gal can't meet people of the opposite sex? Well, they are busy with work...or, better yet, they are 'just picky'.

"What is one of your weaknesses?" says the Human Resources Assistant at Acme Solutions, Inc.

"Well, I've been told I can be too detailed and committed to my work...." blah blah blah.

What about putting your own credibility on the line to make sure other people experience new things? Enjoying an experience because you can? Trying something new because it exists, not because it impresses someone else? Realizing mistakes are the only way a person knows they truly lived - and that dealing with mistakes are the dues to living a full life, as Sophie Lauren said once.

What makes me saddest is feeling alone in this mindframe. Introspective, observant, romantic and imaginative people sometimes feel very alone. Perhaps the most alone. We live in our own world most of the time - no one shares that. Talk about it and get nods; draw it and become a starving artist; write it and live behind characters.

Yes, living in a singular, constructed world means not adhereing to mainstream religious and social norms sometimes - not always, but sometimes - and, yes, 'mistakes' are made, but I love life. I love life even if no one else can experience it with me. Even if, only for a fleeting moment, I can share it. Even if, for one second, it makes me happy.

Oh yeah, I've been known to drink a beer or two, but then again, I've been known to do a lot of things...

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True story. There we were, three against a thousand...no where to run...

No, even worse. There I was...surrounded by, at best, yuppies and, at worst, psycho-crazy bitches with fucked up ideas of being "independent" in a big city and a plethora of insane relationship issues.

Let's set the scene now. Fourth of July, 2010. This is my first major social holiday since becoming recently single (that was in Feb, and it lasted three.5 years) and I decide to head on over to my former college roomie's new row house in SE DC. Let's call her J.

J and her current roomies invited their own group of friends and I was the only one from our glorious and rambunctious past in attendance. Never been afraid of crowds, and this one was certainly interesting. Fanatics of the Middle East (you know the kind who wear scarves in the middle of summer), yuppies of all kinds, and a couple of hipsters here and there.

Now don't get me wrong. I love J - she's great. A tall blonde with a lot of attitude and a bit on the wild side. She can be a bit strong-minded and opinionated at times, but she's got a dash of rationality that's rare for women these days. Most of the time. Anyway, the people who were there are probably more indicative of DC than of or her roomies.

So, there I was. Gracefully entered the party with a six-pack of my favorite micro-brew and wearing a lovely all-American ensemble of a red-tee from Express or something and cut-off jeans shorts. Yea, I was looking good.

So I run into a couple of people I'd met before - one of J's roomies and another one of her friends she may have brought to a night out at the bar. After a couple of hours, we're all a couple to a few beers in and are sitting in a large circle outside in the back just chatting and meeting people.

Then IT comes up. Some crazy chick is totally getting checked out by some guy, and for some odd reason she is trying to explain online dating stuff to him. And he feigns interest...at least that's what I'm assuming. And then the craziest things happens. EVERYONE joins in the conversation about online dating - the sites they subscribe to, their experiences and best practices when attempting to meet someone online.

I'm not one to judge...ha...ha...ha. Ok, yes I totally judge, but I could care less how people meet each other. Can't be worse than the guy who tried picking me up at the bar the other night. Whatever gets the job done I guess. I just wasn't prepared for this kind of openness about online dating. There are definitely taboos and stigmas still attached to doing the online thing and I may have some subconscious opposition to it.

Even better, the chick whips out a laptop and logs into her OKCupid account. Never been on the site, but it seems quite popular. So she's just going through her recent messages and telling this guy how she screens everyone and who gets automatically deleted. WTF?!?! I'm just sitting there with a beer in complete disbelief that this has become a party topic. If it wasn't for the beer, I would've probably got up and did a bit of walking around the neighborhood...

Which brings me to the most important Nothing of the night. The beer.

While this exchange about online dating is going on, the guy in mid-lesson gets up to grab a beer. At this point, J and her roomies ran out and were on their last couple of Millers, or some other bad beer. That's when you know the party was planned by a group of women - guys would've had an endless supply of bad beer or sent someone for a refill wayyy before running out.

This is what I imagine happened. Guy gets up wanting one last beer before the fireworks. Guy opens fridge and, having tunnel vision, doesn't think to look on the door and grab a Miller. Guy grabs first beer on shelf without considering what kind of beer he is grabbing or who possibly brought the beer. Guy opens beer and doesn't even care what it tastes like.

Now, why is this so important? Earlier I mentioned, that I rolled up to J's house with a case of my fav micro-brew. On the holiest American holiday, of course I want to celebrate it with a refreshing beer. That's just American.

Guy wasn't the only one to grab one of my beers. A girl who had walked through the door only minutes behind me, went straight for the fridge and grabbed one of my beers. My comment while watching her open it up?

"Hey, hope you enjoy that beer. Great brew."

Girl says, "Oh, what is it?"

Jesus Christ. Who does that? When did it become totally ok to show up to a multi-person party and just drink whatever you want? Uhhh, no. At the very least grab the hostess to find out if it's a free-for-all. Or, in dire cases of ignorance, go for the worst of the drinks unless you know the person who brought it. Fuck.

Back to the guy. He's happily chugging my micro-brew while indulging this crazy chick and her OKCupid ridiculousness, while I try to throw a couple stink eyes his way. Doesn't notice...no surprises there.

Oh, oh, it's not over there. There could have been some satisfaction from knowing a co-patriot enjoyed a great brew on the Fourth. However, when everyone decides the group is heading over to NW and watch the fireworks display, the guy promptly sets down a half-full bottle and walks away. Blasphemous. Treasonous. And RUDE.

The icing on the cake was going to a club at the end of the night and silently hating the guy because I was spending ten bucks a pop on bad V&Ts, when I could've just had my last bottle. Perhaps that's a fallacy in logic, but who's counting?

Maybe it's Nothing, but I won't quit bitching about it....

Define Nothing

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Seinfeld was, as George aptly put it, a show about nothing. Well, there was a reason that show was and is still so popular. Nothing makes up my whole life - just bits and pieces of interesting here and there that somehow make up a string of stories but really, at the end of the day, it's a lot of Nothings!

Nothing seems bad...a bad word, that is. Admittedly, it has a negative connotation which doesn't do it justice. Nothing is defined as a word indicating that there is not anything. But, hey, that's something!

I guess what I mean, is my day-to-day is focused on pretty trivial things and funny little instances that make up a whole. My life. And I'd like to share that.

Now, here are some nothings about me. Single lady living in downtown Washington, DC. I love my job, I love my apartment and everything else revolves around those two things (although the former overwhelms my personal life). I am a part of the ever-changing defense/international affairs/stabilization community so prevalent in DC. Most of my time at work and in my free time is spent meeting people. The other two activities I do pretty often are eating and drinking (also a fair bit of my job description!). Life's rough...

I'm not really one for hobbies, or regular activities. Things just happen and I think I'd like it to stay that way. Unless, of course, we're talking about getting it on the regular. Oh, yes, the other very important part of my blog. Sex.

As a single woman with a pretty active libido, I've come to realize many of my great Nothings revolve around the bedroom, or lack thereof! Seems Elaine knew that all too well, eh? Don't worry, I won't turn this into a cliche blog about all my sexcapades. That would be lame. How about a few experiences and just some musings?

I intend this blog to be the avenue through which I entertain myself and perhaps just a few others with Nothing to do at night. In the spirit of Seinfeld, there will be just slight indications of an ongoing plot but mostly about...Nothing in particular.

Well, shall we get started? You can call me Mel.