Curing A Vice

Over the past few weeks I've realized that I spend way too much time analyzing the appropriateness of daily events in my life in order to determine if I really want to put them on here for all to see. While that in itself may very well be a sign that I need to make some serious lifestyle changes, I'm going to go ahead and ignore that warning and blame this dilemma on one of my most entertaining pastimes: Hating.

If you know me - you know that I am probably one of the most optimistic and generally happy people you'll ever meet. I have a smile on my face about 95% of the time, and you have to be an exceptionally detestable person to really get on my bad side. I am, however, a recreational hater. It's always been a hobby of mine, and my stint last year working 4 nights a week at a hipster-esque bar in downtown DC helped solidify my status as a card-carrying member of the Haters Club (in my official gear, above). The thing that's different about my joking, though, is that I really just do it in good fun, and I'm actually best at making fun of myself -- I just have a feeling that if I followed my tendencies and blogged the hate, people would get the wrong idea.

I mean, I seem to continually put myself in ridiculous situations, so I could very well fill this entire blog with stories about said ridiculousness - but I just naturally find myself wanting to write about, for example, the guy walking behind me on campus today who (in a fledgling attempt to woo a fellow doctoral candidate) somehow managed to utter the words bathos and polyglot in the same sentence. I'm not even gonna touch that, but please know that if listening to you talk makes me question the grasp I have of my native language: that is grounds for hating (brits, customer service representatives & people from Lynchburg, South Carolina - take note).

Anyway - I really don't want this page to bring any negativity to anyone's day - and since I'm probably the only reader, i might as well not bring any negativity to mine! So, I'm banking on this whole 'not blogging the hate' thing to help cure me of my joking ways. Instead of going through the day noticing too-tight pants and weaves gone wrong, maybe I'll start to look for more positive, light and entertaining things to observe and provide commentary on.

We'll see how it goes. This weekend should be a good test as I have engagements in venues that are normally rich with prime hater material (a hip dive bar, a swanky new lounge/club, an adult kickball game...). I, however, will focus on the positive and report back.

Weening Myself Off the Haterade (sp?!),
Girl

UPDATE: Between losing my 4th phone in almost as many weeks, slamming my head against taxi doors, and trying to stay afloat while paddling along the Anacostia (ew!) - I was left with no time to worry about other people's issues!! Progress.