I do a lot of reading. I go through phases: sometimes, I read books for the purpose of entertainment, others, I prefer to delve into specific subjects and learn as much about them as I can. Typically, these subjects are hot-button issues with which I'm not sure I have enough understanding to form an opinion. I love having an opinion, so I certainly want it to be an educated one.
Lately, I've been reading a lot about the food industry---primarily the meatpacking industry. So far, I've read "Eating Animals" by Jonathan Safran Foer and I'm about to wrap up "Fast Food Nation" by Eric Schlosser. I've got "An Animal Manifesto" on my "to-read" shelf, and I devour all the articles I can get in regards to this issue. Why the sudden interest in the food industry, you ask? For starters, I keep seeing these words protrude my supermarket visits. Words like natural and organic keep popping up everytime I reach for the milk--- so what do they mean? And why in the world is it suddenly so important? Could it be because people are becoming increasingly aware of what they put in their mouths, and, as a result, food companies are leading us to believe that they're accommodating that?
So I've delved into modern day muckraking in an effort to educate myself and hopefully make more aware decisions in regards to what I eat. What I've found out has been staggering. It's definitely made me think twice before I pick up the package of Tyson boneless skinless chicken breasts at Marsh. There's no way I can sit here and tell you everything I've learned, but I would strongly encourage advocating for yourself by educating yourself. I'm gonna share a few of the most shocking bits I've discovered, and you can take it from there. But before I start, here's what I'm doing about it:
Farmer's markets. These are a great way to support your local farmers, in addition to tasting better and being healthier.
Organic. If you're concerned about the welfare of the animals, then this doesn't always mean much. For example, "cage free" only means that the chickens must have access to the outdoors. This could mean a tiny square carved into the side of the building where the chickens are kept, whether or not they actually see/experience the outdoors is unknown. And usually, not the case. BUT...in terms of the hormones and steroids that most chickens come to know as just in their blood, chances are you're eating less of these.
Eating less chicken/turkey/pork. The poultry and pork industries' change to assembly line meatpacking and processing has rendered it the most inhumane and frightening of the meat industries. Beef is on its way, but it's not quite there yet. As such, I just don't eat chicken as much. Especially not when I pay attention to the size of the breast, which is, in most cases, unnaturally huge. Kinda makes you wonder what they're feeding those chickens? Yeah.
Did you know that there is no longer just one chicken? Two chickens now exist--- one for eggs, and one for chicken meat. Additionally, chickens have been injected with sulfa drugs and other antibiotics since the 1940s. All in an effort to make "the chicken of tomorrow".
Chickens are so designed to grow faster than their bones can support, that a huge majority of them cannot walk. Some pigs cannot survive outside. Factory farm turkeys can no longer naturally reproduce (it's all done at the hand of man).
Chicken is cheap, and yeah that's awesome, but let's put things into persepective. The average cost of a new house increased nearly 1500 percent over the past ffity years, cars 1400%...milk? Only 350%, chicken and eggs? Their prices haven't even doubled.
Chlorine baths are often used to remove slime, odor, and bacteria. Birds get pumped with broths and salty solutions for their look and flavor ("many labelled as natural are ballooned with 10-30% of their weight as broth, flavoring, or water"--Consumer Reports).
Eviscerators are used to rip open intestines, which release feces into the birds' body cavities. USDA once condemned birds with fecal contamination, but the USDA has since been petitioned by the poultry industry to change the classification of feces to a "cosmetic blemish".
This one's from an interview from a former USDA poultry inspector, written by journalist Scott Bronstein----" Every week, millions of chickens leaking yelllow pus, stained by green feces, contaminated by harmful bacteria, or marred by heart and lung infections, cancerous tumors, or skin conditions are shipped for sale to consumers."
That's just from a couple of pages from this book. The rest of it is jampacked with even more shocking facts.
I wanted to record some of these facts for my own references, I need to reread the book and jot down some more. It's repulsive on so many levels, on what it's doing to animals and what it's doing to humans. I won't even begin with the "humane" part of it, but I will say, pick up the book and you will find that these animals are treated as the lowest of the low, they receive no respect for the lives they sacrifice so that we can eat.
I'm not saying that a bird needs a spa prior to the end of its life, but what about the old days and those farms? Isn't that the image that most of us get when we think about where chickens, cows, and pigs come from? And the meat industry goes to such great lengths to hide this from us. Which is what's scary. What in the world are we eating?!
I recently read an article on the Daily Beast that dealt with how much earlier girls were reaching puberty. Are we finally starting to see the effects of the food we've been consuming for so long?
9.03.2010
8.29.2010
On exercise
I got a new laptop, so I don't have an excuse not to keep up with this blog. Feel free to hold me accountable.
We had a pretty laid-back weekend. We went computer shopping on Friday (I was just so tired of either stealing Shawn's computer, trying to type emails on my Iphone, or trying to type with major keys missing), a little thrifting on Saturday, took the dogs to the park, oh, and I lived at the gym at Saturday and Sunday.
Working out really does make me feel great, it's just the getting there and actually doing it that's the kicker...But I have to continue reminding myself how amazing I feel when I'm finished! And how good it feels to be in control of what I am eating. And how shitty I feel when I've finished gorging myself at a Chinese buffet, or the Olive Garden, or (insert any dish with an obscene caloric content at overpriced restaurant here). Yeah. Even though the weight isn't coming off as fast as I want it to, there are other changes that make it worth it. And I love my Weight Watchers meetings. Contrary to popular belief, weigh-in is confidential (I didn't know that when I started!). The tips and support I've gotten from other members has been awesome, and yeah, things are just good. I'm hoping that now that I've kicked up my exercise and water intake a couple notches that the weight will come off that much faster.
Wish I could go with Jenn more often. Unfortunately, our schedules are pretty well opposite (she works at night, I work during the day), so she goes early in the morning. Oh well.
I can do this. And I will. My motivation is knowing that, on my wedding day, I have to feel like I did the absolute best I could to look the best I can.
Like I said, a pretty laid back weekend. Apologies for the lack of substance in this blog entry. It's been a long, fulfilling day and I'm spent.
We had a pretty laid-back weekend. We went computer shopping on Friday (I was just so tired of either stealing Shawn's computer, trying to type emails on my Iphone, or trying to type with major keys missing), a little thrifting on Saturday, took the dogs to the park, oh, and I lived at the gym at Saturday and Sunday.
Working out really does make me feel great, it's just the getting there and actually doing it that's the kicker...But I have to continue reminding myself how amazing I feel when I'm finished! And how good it feels to be in control of what I am eating. And how shitty I feel when I've finished gorging myself at a Chinese buffet, or the Olive Garden, or (insert any dish with an obscene caloric content at overpriced restaurant here). Yeah. Even though the weight isn't coming off as fast as I want it to, there are other changes that make it worth it. And I love my Weight Watchers meetings. Contrary to popular belief, weigh-in is confidential (I didn't know that when I started!). The tips and support I've gotten from other members has been awesome, and yeah, things are just good. I'm hoping that now that I've kicked up my exercise and water intake a couple notches that the weight will come off that much faster.
Wish I could go with Jenn more often. Unfortunately, our schedules are pretty well opposite (she works at night, I work during the day), so she goes early in the morning. Oh well.
I can do this. And I will. My motivation is knowing that, on my wedding day, I have to feel like I did the absolute best I could to look the best I can.
Like I said, a pretty laid back weekend. Apologies for the lack of substance in this blog entry. It's been a long, fulfilling day and I'm spent.
8.24.2010
8.18.2010
Conservative is not a dirty word, and neither is liberal
I know, I know, it's such a taboo subject, but sometimes I just can't help myself.
The longer I am a social worker, the more conservative I become, at least economically so, though I still remain about as socially liberal as one gets. Now before you go all, "Oh my GOD! Social workers can't be conservative, that's blasphemy!" Hear me out. And let me also say that social workers are among the few professions that can intelligently comment on matters such as these.
I was once under the impression that government programs were the answer to every problem in America. I was a little naive. Sure! Take my hard-earned tax dollars and use them to support your twenty children, there's obviously some deep and underlying problem that's caused you to HAVE twenty children that working America supports, other than your failure to seek birth control or abstain from sex. Sure! Go take this hand out and use it to tar your lungs with cigarette smoke, and while you're at it, visit the crack dealer on the corner.
No. I believe our approach to such problems must be proactive and not reactive. I would much rather see my tax dollars put into a program to educate young girls on the importance of birth control than pay for their tenth baby's Medicaid.
We operate within a flawed system, we try to solve problems by throwing more and more money at solutions that do not work. We must reconsider the structure of the system we use.
Please do not misunderstand, there are plenty of individuals in this country who benefit from government aid. I see them everyday, and I wouldn't (and do not) think twice about helping them out. For example, the client who lives in a shack with ten sisters and brothers and her parents. It isn't her fault her parents had ten kids the government had to pay for. She should not be punished. In fact, the only way such a cycle will end is if we do reach out to people like her in an effort to show her that what she has known doesn't have to be all she ever knows.
I have some faith in government programs, otherwise I wouldn't be in the profession that I'm in. I guess you could say I'm just a bit more cynical about it now.
And I certainly don't coddle my clients. They do have barriers, barriers that most of us cannot imagine living with on a daily basis, but if you show up at my desk and say you're ready to work, then you better act like you are ready to work--- call if you're going to miss an appointment, realize that job searching is more than just the one hour sessions you have with me a week. Yes, I still feel empathy and compassion for you, but you have to be able to show me that you are at least willing to try to overcome your barriers.
I believe in a hand-up, I do not believe in a hand out. That's on Goodwill's website, and I could not agree more.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, however, I despise the type of thinking that says that, no matter what, 100% of the time, regardless of the kind of trouble you've come to in your life, you should be able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and move on. It isn't always that easy, and in order for this country to thrive, we must care about the common good of our neighbors.
I hardly affiliate enough with Conservatives to register as a Republican, but I just wanted to point out how easy it is for your ideals to change once you actually witness something firsthand. I never thought I'd ever use the word 'conservative' to describe any part of my political affiliation, but I have, and I'm not afraid of it. Everything in moderation. Including government programs that often enable the problem from the get-go.
*Steps off soapbox*
The longer I am a social worker, the more conservative I become, at least economically so, though I still remain about as socially liberal as one gets. Now before you go all, "Oh my GOD! Social workers can't be conservative, that's blasphemy!" Hear me out. And let me also say that social workers are among the few professions that can intelligently comment on matters such as these.
I was once under the impression that government programs were the answer to every problem in America. I was a little naive. Sure! Take my hard-earned tax dollars and use them to support your twenty children, there's obviously some deep and underlying problem that's caused you to HAVE twenty children that working America supports, other than your failure to seek birth control or abstain from sex. Sure! Go take this hand out and use it to tar your lungs with cigarette smoke, and while you're at it, visit the crack dealer on the corner.
No. I believe our approach to such problems must be proactive and not reactive. I would much rather see my tax dollars put into a program to educate young girls on the importance of birth control than pay for their tenth baby's Medicaid.
We operate within a flawed system, we try to solve problems by throwing more and more money at solutions that do not work. We must reconsider the structure of the system we use.
Please do not misunderstand, there are plenty of individuals in this country who benefit from government aid. I see them everyday, and I wouldn't (and do not) think twice about helping them out. For example, the client who lives in a shack with ten sisters and brothers and her parents. It isn't her fault her parents had ten kids the government had to pay for. She should not be punished. In fact, the only way such a cycle will end is if we do reach out to people like her in an effort to show her that what she has known doesn't have to be all she ever knows.
I have some faith in government programs, otherwise I wouldn't be in the profession that I'm in. I guess you could say I'm just a bit more cynical about it now.
And I certainly don't coddle my clients. They do have barriers, barriers that most of us cannot imagine living with on a daily basis, but if you show up at my desk and say you're ready to work, then you better act like you are ready to work--- call if you're going to miss an appointment, realize that job searching is more than just the one hour sessions you have with me a week. Yes, I still feel empathy and compassion for you, but you have to be able to show me that you are at least willing to try to overcome your barriers.
I believe in a hand-up, I do not believe in a hand out. That's on Goodwill's website, and I could not agree more.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, however, I despise the type of thinking that says that, no matter what, 100% of the time, regardless of the kind of trouble you've come to in your life, you should be able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and move on. It isn't always that easy, and in order for this country to thrive, we must care about the common good of our neighbors.
I hardly affiliate enough with Conservatives to register as a Republican, but I just wanted to point out how easy it is for your ideals to change once you actually witness something firsthand. I never thought I'd ever use the word 'conservative' to describe any part of my political affiliation, but I have, and I'm not afraid of it. Everything in moderation. Including government programs that often enable the problem from the get-go.
*Steps off soapbox*
6.17.2010
Half Year's Resolutions
Since I no longer believe in making New Year's Resolutions, as I'm not a fan of setting myself up for failure, I decided that June is as good of a time as any to set goals for myself. And, although maybe they should be, these are not the kinds of typical goals one sets for 'resolution-type goals'. These are the kind of things that cross my mind once in awhile, but then fall away from me. My hope is that if I acknowledge them enough to write them down, I will look to this in the future and think, "Oh, I cared about this enough to write it down, I should keep doing it." We'll see.
To name a few:
-Reflect...I was once much more introspective than I am right now. Some may call it 'living in the moment' and that may be not totally a bad thing, but I kind of miss my ability to introspect.
-Observe...I don't take things in enough. The birds, the trees, the very gift of breathing, pretty much all the little things (well, air is kind of a big one)...The giddy way my dogs act when I come home at the end of every single day, holding Shawn's hand, the comfort of my bed, the taste of the food I'm eating. I always kind of thought adults just didn't 'get it' when they talked about racing through life and forgetting to stop and enjoy the small things. But the older I get, and the more 'adult' responsibilities I take on, I realize that forgetting to notice the world around you in an effort to get where you're going is just so freaking simple. I can't blame it all on the working world, I imagine it would be similar for anyone with a cramped schedule and adult obligations, but yeah. I think there comes a point when enjoying the little things ceases to come naturally and begins to require vigilance and conscientiousness. Actively taking note to take note is possibly just part of it?
-Be more like my dogs...What? No, I'm serious. The longer I am a dog owner, the more I become convinced that the world would be a better place if more of us possessed the souls and spirits of the canine species. Go ahead, disagree with me all you want about where or not animals have spirits or souls. Possibly, they do not. But they do have emotions, they do demonstrate devotion and commitment to the human beings responsible for caring for them, trust, loyalty, fidelity, earnestness, these are a few of the qualities that dogs possessed, and only a few on the extensive list. It's true that the more I see of people, the more I enjoy my dogs. Who do not judge. Who don't care how much I weigh or if I smell like roses or otherwise, who rip and run joyously around the house upon my homecoming, oh I could go on and on, and I probably will at a later date.
These are a few of my half year's resolutions. Another one involves getting more sleep, which I'm going to attempt to do riiiiight...now. :)
To name a few:
-Reflect...I was once much more introspective than I am right now. Some may call it 'living in the moment' and that may be not totally a bad thing, but I kind of miss my ability to introspect.
-Observe...I don't take things in enough. The birds, the trees, the very gift of breathing, pretty much all the little things (well, air is kind of a big one)...The giddy way my dogs act when I come home at the end of every single day, holding Shawn's hand, the comfort of my bed, the taste of the food I'm eating. I always kind of thought adults just didn't 'get it' when they talked about racing through life and forgetting to stop and enjoy the small things. But the older I get, and the more 'adult' responsibilities I take on, I realize that forgetting to notice the world around you in an effort to get where you're going is just so freaking simple. I can't blame it all on the working world, I imagine it would be similar for anyone with a cramped schedule and adult obligations, but yeah. I think there comes a point when enjoying the little things ceases to come naturally and begins to require vigilance and conscientiousness. Actively taking note to take note is possibly just part of it?
-Be more like my dogs...What? No, I'm serious. The longer I am a dog owner, the more I become convinced that the world would be a better place if more of us possessed the souls and spirits of the canine species. Go ahead, disagree with me all you want about where or not animals have spirits or souls. Possibly, they do not. But they do have emotions, they do demonstrate devotion and commitment to the human beings responsible for caring for them, trust, loyalty, fidelity, earnestness, these are a few of the qualities that dogs possessed, and only a few on the extensive list. It's true that the more I see of people, the more I enjoy my dogs. Who do not judge. Who don't care how much I weigh or if I smell like roses or otherwise, who rip and run joyously around the house upon my homecoming, oh I could go on and on, and I probably will at a later date.
These are a few of my half year's resolutions. Another one involves getting more sleep, which I'm going to attempt to do riiiiight...now. :)
5.03.2010
On writing
I wonder why I don't write much anymore. I used to only write when I was sad, and I find that my "happy writing" as I call it, is choppy and sounds like every other blogger on earth. Funny thing is, I have a lot of really strong opinions about a lot of things that I wouldn't mind speaking of. I want to write again. I just get jumbled and stuck and blocked. It's been this way for awhile now, since I've been happier. And, ironically so, my lack of creativity makes my happy sad.
I guess what it comes down to is that I've always been better at making people feel that they could relate to my problems than I've been at telling stories. And now, I don't have problems, I have stories. I am thrilled that life has come to this for me, that my biggest problem is not having enough to deal with.
But when I was growing up, the times I turned to my journal or came up with my newest masterpiece of a poem (so says the 13-yr-old version of myself) were the times when I was venting my problems. On very rare occasions did I sit down and write in my journal about what I did that day, and even fewer were the times that I actually made that sound interesting. So, I guess, this daily account of life thing never did feel natural to me.
I've always kind of looked at it as bleeding on paper. I bled. But I'm so normal and the inner turmoil that haunted my teenage years has all but disappeared. Not that I wish it back by any stretch of the imagination. Teenage angst + crappy home life does not equal a time for which I wax nostalgic. I just have to find my niche again. And, it may feel forced for awhile. So be it, I suppose.
Even if it's musing about life's little wonders, I guess there's no one saying I have to chronicle a play-by-play of my day or have my blog fall into a specific category. I just miss it. I remember turning in essays in high school and college and having professors and teachers dote on me. A professor I had my freshman year of college asked me to forgive her, but she graded my paper on the level of a graduate student's writing because that's what she thought it was. I might be bragging a little bit, but that made me proud. Praise like that made me feel like I could actually do something with my writing someday.
I still can. I just don't want to lose it for good. I want to write again--- for me. I once had all these big dreams of writing a memoir about my life, and there's nothing that says I still can't do that. I just don't want to lose touch with my ability to express myself with words. I don't sing, dance, and I'm no actress, so writing has always been my way to connect with people through art. I don't want that to go away for good.
I guess what it comes down to is that I've always been better at making people feel that they could relate to my problems than I've been at telling stories. And now, I don't have problems, I have stories. I am thrilled that life has come to this for me, that my biggest problem is not having enough to deal with.
But when I was growing up, the times I turned to my journal or came up with my newest masterpiece of a poem (so says the 13-yr-old version of myself) were the times when I was venting my problems. On very rare occasions did I sit down and write in my journal about what I did that day, and even fewer were the times that I actually made that sound interesting. So, I guess, this daily account of life thing never did feel natural to me.
I've always kind of looked at it as bleeding on paper. I bled. But I'm so normal and the inner turmoil that haunted my teenage years has all but disappeared. Not that I wish it back by any stretch of the imagination. Teenage angst + crappy home life does not equal a time for which I wax nostalgic. I just have to find my niche again. And, it may feel forced for awhile. So be it, I suppose.
Even if it's musing about life's little wonders, I guess there's no one saying I have to chronicle a play-by-play of my day or have my blog fall into a specific category. I just miss it. I remember turning in essays in high school and college and having professors and teachers dote on me. A professor I had my freshman year of college asked me to forgive her, but she graded my paper on the level of a graduate student's writing because that's what she thought it was. I might be bragging a little bit, but that made me proud. Praise like that made me feel like I could actually do something with my writing someday.
I still can. I just don't want to lose it for good. I want to write again--- for me. I once had all these big dreams of writing a memoir about my life, and there's nothing that says I still can't do that. I just don't want to lose touch with my ability to express myself with words. I don't sing, dance, and I'm no actress, so writing has always been my way to connect with people through art. I don't want that to go away for good.
3.03.2010
So, apparently I'm an old married lady
The Backstory
A few days ago, I was talking to a friend, let's call her Sam, when she said something that forced me into a state of mind which I hate: defensiveness.
Sam and I were roommates in college, she's finishing up her last semester, and I graduated a semester early. We were just catching up, I was telling her about my life in Indianapolis, and she was explaining to me why her birthday weekend was a complete disaster. Upon ending the conversation with her, Sam said, "Ok, I'll talk to you later, I miss you my little housewife."
Queue images of me with a spatula in hand and an apron tied around my waist. Um, no.
I'm sure she meant nothing by it, but a few hours later, her goodbye was still bugging me. So, I did what anyone of maturity would do- I didn't pick up the phone and call her, I sent her a text message, in which I defended my present lifestyle by saying that I was actively seeking employment, that I did not seek to be June Cleaver now, or ever for that matter. And, for that matter, even if I did want to be June Cleaver, if that's what made me happy then what was so wrong with it?
Sam replied that she knew, but that myself and Jenn (my very best friend who also lives in this city with her long-term boyfriend) act like married people, and we make her feel like a little kid.
I wasn't going to press the issue further, though I did respond by saying that I was happy with my life and all that it entailed, and I even enjoyed what, to her, would seem like an extremely boring Friday night.
My reaction
I get really tired of defending my life to those who don't understand it. I know Sam meant no harm with her comment, but I'm disturbed that that's the way she looks at me. No, I no longer get drunk five nights a week. No, I no longer make out with random boys at random parties. And no, I don't miss that lifestyle in the slightest.
I had a lot of fun in my college years, and I know how very young I still am. My fun isn't over, it's just different now. I resent that me living with my boyfriend and having a full-time job conjures up the notion that I am this wrinkled old lady. I'm not finished living my life, and long-term commitment to another individual does not automatically mean that you stop having fun.
I've always been a bit of a serial monogamist. My Psych degree leaves me with unsupported theories as to why this is the case, but it is the case. There have been a few brief points in my life in which I was unattached and I lived accordingly. I do not feel that my worth and self-esteem hinge upon whether or not I have a boyfriend, but I do not like being single. I'm a relationship person. And I'm also a person who appreciates stability.
Maybe this sounds boring to some people, and maybe the word 'stability' to them is the equivalent of 'boring' and/or 'finished with my glory days'. That makes me sad because I don't see it that way.
I'll give you a Cliff's notes version of my psychobabble- but I believe the reason that stability, certainty, and comfort are so important to me now is because they were so foreign to me for so long. What I have now is what I have never had. A lot of people my age want to test the stable ground that's been underneath them all throughout their childhood, I want to find mine.
Ok, so I'm finished being defensive now, and I feel better.
A few days ago, I was talking to a friend, let's call her Sam, when she said something that forced me into a state of mind which I hate: defensiveness.
Sam and I were roommates in college, she's finishing up her last semester, and I graduated a semester early. We were just catching up, I was telling her about my life in Indianapolis, and she was explaining to me why her birthday weekend was a complete disaster. Upon ending the conversation with her, Sam said, "Ok, I'll talk to you later, I miss you my little housewife."
Queue images of me with a spatula in hand and an apron tied around my waist. Um, no.
I'm sure she meant nothing by it, but a few hours later, her goodbye was still bugging me. So, I did what anyone of maturity would do- I didn't pick up the phone and call her, I sent her a text message, in which I defended my present lifestyle by saying that I was actively seeking employment, that I did not seek to be June Cleaver now, or ever for that matter. And, for that matter, even if I did want to be June Cleaver, if that's what made me happy then what was so wrong with it?
Sam replied that she knew, but that myself and Jenn (my very best friend who also lives in this city with her long-term boyfriend) act like married people, and we make her feel like a little kid.
I wasn't going to press the issue further, though I did respond by saying that I was happy with my life and all that it entailed, and I even enjoyed what, to her, would seem like an extremely boring Friday night.
My reaction
I get really tired of defending my life to those who don't understand it. I know Sam meant no harm with her comment, but I'm disturbed that that's the way she looks at me. No, I no longer get drunk five nights a week. No, I no longer make out with random boys at random parties. And no, I don't miss that lifestyle in the slightest.
I had a lot of fun in my college years, and I know how very young I still am. My fun isn't over, it's just different now. I resent that me living with my boyfriend and having a full-time job conjures up the notion that I am this wrinkled old lady. I'm not finished living my life, and long-term commitment to another individual does not automatically mean that you stop having fun.
I've always been a bit of a serial monogamist. My Psych degree leaves me with unsupported theories as to why this is the case, but it is the case. There have been a few brief points in my life in which I was unattached and I lived accordingly. I do not feel that my worth and self-esteem hinge upon whether or not I have a boyfriend, but I do not like being single. I'm a relationship person. And I'm also a person who appreciates stability.
Maybe this sounds boring to some people, and maybe the word 'stability' to them is the equivalent of 'boring' and/or 'finished with my glory days'. That makes me sad because I don't see it that way.
I'll give you a Cliff's notes version of my psychobabble- but I believe the reason that stability, certainty, and comfort are so important to me now is because they were so foreign to me for so long. What I have now is what I have never had. A lot of people my age want to test the stable ground that's been underneath them all throughout their childhood, I want to find mine.
Ok, so I'm finished being defensive now, and I feel better.
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