Troop Beverly Hills

That 80s girl scout movie is on in my bedroom right now. I have probably seen it a dozen times or more.

I am currently sipping coffee from a Disney princess coffee mug. I am also contemplating heading out to Kennesaw to go shopping. I have a gift card in my wallet that is begging to be used and the particular store has a decent sale going on today. It would be silly to not take advantage of such a thing on top of my card. However, as the day progresses, the rain threatens to return. I do not want to be caught in K traffic during all of that. Boo. I am still in the thinking stages now.

In the meantime, I have a rant. It may become more rambly, so be prepared.

I am just so tired of Negative Nancys and Neds lately. Now, let me just say that I realize sometimes you have to be one. I certainly have my moments, true, but I have an issue with Neverending Negative Nancys and Neds. The glass cannot possibly always be half empty. The sun cannot possibly always be behind the clouds. At some point, something has to make you a bit cheery. Right?

I am not trying to discount the feelings of others who have a touch of the doldrums lately. It's the people who have had this 'touch' for the better part of the past year that bother me. Especially when it is largely centered around being unemployed. NEWS FLASH: This economy sucks. People are without jobs. It's not anything personal. It's just the way of the world right now, and it cannot be changed unfortunately. So, if you know this fact, why let it continuously bother you? Just roll with the punches and pick from the dozens of other things you have to be grateful for: your health, a roof over your head, a loving family, a doting (if not a really, really condescending a-hole) boyfriend, and an education to fall back on once the economy turns around. (Okay, so it's mildly unfair for me to judge being as how I got a new job within three months of being laid off and I realize how flukey and lucky that may seem.....to me, it just means I am a hot commodity and all of my hardwork is rewarded).

But sometimes, even if those big things aren't enough, try to learn how to appreciate the little things in life. Lunch out with friends. A good TV show rerun when you are flipping channels. A funny movie. A sunshine day in the midst of all this grunge lately. A cute puppy. A positive exchange that you witness between two strangers. A hug. Coffee in a Disney princess mug. :) I guess I am just so good at looking at the positives, I totally do not understand when people can only see the negatives. I live out my days trying not to let the yucky stuff get to me - because, yes, it exists - but why waste time dwelling on it when you can instead look forward to things getting better? It sounds cliche, but life really is too short to worry about the nonsense.

To further my rant, I have to bring religion into this, despite Charlie Brown's infamous warning. "There are three things you should not talk about in mixed company: Religion, Politics, and the Great Pumpkin."

I am not a religious person, but I have nothing but respect for those who find comfort and solice in their religion of choice. It is a very personal thing, I get it. But more and more I am finding that people seem to only 'call in' to their religion in times of trouble and turmoil. "God will fix this." "Send your problems up to the Lord and he will take care of you." "Trust in God to make it through this difficult time." "Lord give me the strength...." Sure, all of these pleas are probably justified, but that seems to be an awful lot of burden on him. Not that I am really aware of the ins and outs of course, but maybe I just don't quite follow how God can only be remembered when you're having a crappy day.

Basically, I think I rely on inner-strength and the support of my loved ones more than anything. I am finding that some people do not have those things, and it is very sad. I feel for them, but still cannot help but be irritated when, if something doesn't go juuuuust right, the entire day/month/week/year is a load of hurt and nothing except updating your Facebook status about God making it all better will ease your pain. Maybe my blunt advice is to grow a pair, get over it, and move on to the next thing.

I think I will go shopping! I am wearing a Bring Bryce Home shirt that I bought. I know it may seem like a stretch, since went missing in Savannah and apparently has no ties in the West, butI like to think that the mere act of wearing it will send good vibes to his family.