My turn or your turn?

Games games games…we all play them, don’t we?  In the dating world, games reign supreme–wait three days to call, hold in your interest, taper all swooning feelings in case they’re not reciprocated.  He who shows the least interest holds the most power, right?  I remember learning that Principle of Least Interest in a sociology class in college and it stunned me how true it is.  It holds true for dating of course, but also in job interviews, friendships, business deals, shopping for cars, buying a house, and plenty of other venues.  But what if we all refused to play?  What if we were all transparent with our motives, our reactions, our feelings, and our level of interest?  See, I’m a heart-on-my-sleeve person, sometimes much to my own chagrin, but sometimes I like just putting it all out there.  I’ve never really been afraid to be vulnerable, but then again, I’ve never really been burned.  Am I due?  God, I hope not.  I don’t want to change.  It feels better to walk away or go to bed at night or go through my day knowing that I was true to myself and didn’t hold anything back.  But here’s the catch–rarely does anyone else act the same way, so then I get insecure that I am alone in my interest, my giddiness, my affection.  Insecurity doesn’t look good on anyone.  Ever.  So how about we all say GAME OVER!  Just say it–I like you, or I don’t really feel a connection, or I’ll call you (and mean it), or I want this house, or this job isn’t right for you, whatever.  Say what you need to say. No one needs to know whose turn it is.


Is it February yet?

I once heard a friend say that January is a month of Mondays.  I couldn’t agree more–January is the worst month:  the magic of the holidays has dissipated, resolutions are most likely already broken, it’s dark at 6pm, music artists aren’t yet back on tour, and spring is just too far away.  For me as a teacher, January is the longest stretch without a paycheck (I was last paid on Dec. 17) and it’s also the month of the state writing test, my most stressful assessment of the year.  Year after year I find myself in the same funk during this godforsaken month–annoyed, lonely, frustrated, and longing for warm weather.  If I feel this way while living in the South, how in the world would I survive up North?!  Hey Yankees–how do you do it?!

All that said, I’m going to list a few things that are keeping my head above water right now:

24 is back.  Jack Bauer, I missed you.

Red wine tastes better when it’s cold outside.

I’m in pants and long sleeves so much that I don’t have to acknowledge my stark white skin.

The long dark evenings make it easier to go to bed early, which makes getting up at 5 to go the gym more possible.

I read four times more books in the winter than the summer.

My slim bank account gets a break from the expense of concert tickets.

So…what do YOU do to beat the winter blues?