I realized something today. It finally hit me - I graduated High School. I've completed two years of college. Those are big accomplishments.
Problem is, I don't know what to do now. Yes, I had the schooling, but there was no direction with it. My interests are all over the place and I can't make up my mind long enough to get anything done.
Everyone lately has told me the solution is to get married. And yes, I mean everyone. I don't think I go a day without someone bringing it up. Here is a story to prove my point: My ten year old cousin has decided that since I am single and oh what do you know, there is a boy in her ward who just came home from his mission, the two of us must be in love. So she now follows me around singing, to the tune of "I know that my redeemer lives," "I know that_______ loves Sorine! Because he came home from his mission, I know that _______ loves Sorine!" She adds a line or two each day. I admit, it is pretty funny. However, today when she suggested her mom set me up on a blind date and her and her sister can double with us... I had visions of her following me around signing that song when I have company around. Not sure I'll find it so cute then. It's like having little siblings all over again. Haha.
Story number two: Same cousin. I was at her house before leaving for church on Sunday (see previous post). She was singing in the background as I talked to her mom and her other siblings. When I left, she yelled out the door "GOODBYE SORINE WHO NEEDS TO GET MARRIED!"
Anyway, my brother is also one who claims marriage is the answer. When I was living at home he'd come into my room all the time and just say, "Sorine, why aren't you married yet?" He'll ask me that question whenever there is a lull in conversation. It wouldn't surprise me if he mutters it in his sleep. Now that I'm not living at home, it isn't as bad. Though I do get a random text or two asking me the question, or hinting at it or something.
To answer his question I simply say "You have to be engaged before you can be married." The conversation then seems to never end...
Mitchell: When are you getting engaged?
Me: You have to date before you can be engaged.
Mitchell: When are you going to date?
Me: You have to have friends before you can date.
Mitchell: Why don't you have friends?
And there you have it. My dilemma. I spend too much time answering my brothers endless questions and listening to my cute little cousin sing that I don't make friends. Hopefully this week in the singles ward people will show up and I can attempt to be witty and charming and eventually make friends. :)
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Single.
For those of you who don't know, I have moved in with my grandparents. I moved up here mostly for a change. It's basically a long story, but it boils down to the fact that I need something new. I love being home and with my family, but I wasn't doing anything there. So, on a Wednesday we called my grandma and on Sunday I drove up. It happened quickly, but it has been a good decision so far.
Anyway, the Sunday I drove up Grandma went to my aunt's ward to hear my cousin play the piano. While there she sat next to a "good looking returned missionary who would be delighted to take me to the singles ward next week."
I planned on going to church with this guy, whoever he is, but things fell through. Awkwardly. I'll spare you the details on everyone's lack of communication, but either way I ended up going to the singles ward with my 13 year old cousin.
I've never been good at getting anywhere on time. So when getting ready for church this morning, I made sure I had plenty of time to drive to the building about fifteen or so minutes away and possibly even stop by my aunt's house on the way. I picked up my cousin and we made it to the building fifteen minutes before sacrament meeting started.
We took our time getting into the building, returning to the car for a piece of gum, going in to the bathroom, and finally choosing a seat in the chapel. The very empty chapel. In fact, other than us there was just one other lady. She obviously wasn't a single, so I just assumed she was from the previous ward.
When one rolled around and still no one was there, we got really confused. The lady approached us and asked if she was in the right place. We didn't even know if we were in the right place. After about ten minutes of confusion, we discovered that the ward had met with another singles ward for a special pioneer sacrament meeting of some sort.
Good news: I'm not the only single left out there.
Bad news: I missed out on church this weekend.
Lesson learned: When you have the opportunity to go to church with a "good looking returned missionary who would be delighted to take you," you darn well better take it. Otherwise, you may be left alone thinking you're the only surviving LDS single.
Anyway, the Sunday I drove up Grandma went to my aunt's ward to hear my cousin play the piano. While there she sat next to a "good looking returned missionary who would be delighted to take me to the singles ward next week."
I planned on going to church with this guy, whoever he is, but things fell through. Awkwardly. I'll spare you the details on everyone's lack of communication, but either way I ended up going to the singles ward with my 13 year old cousin.
I've never been good at getting anywhere on time. So when getting ready for church this morning, I made sure I had plenty of time to drive to the building about fifteen or so minutes away and possibly even stop by my aunt's house on the way. I picked up my cousin and we made it to the building fifteen minutes before sacrament meeting started.
We took our time getting into the building, returning to the car for a piece of gum, going in to the bathroom, and finally choosing a seat in the chapel. The very empty chapel. In fact, other than us there was just one other lady. She obviously wasn't a single, so I just assumed she was from the previous ward.
When one rolled around and still no one was there, we got really confused. The lady approached us and asked if she was in the right place. We didn't even know if we were in the right place. After about ten minutes of confusion, we discovered that the ward had met with another singles ward for a special pioneer sacrament meeting of some sort.
Good news: I'm not the only single left out there.
Bad news: I missed out on church this weekend.
Lesson learned: When you have the opportunity to go to church with a "good looking returned missionary who would be delighted to take you," you darn well better take it. Otherwise, you may be left alone thinking you're the only surviving LDS single.
Dreams
We've all imagined how our lives would turn out. Well, I know I have. Personally I've spent many hours day dreaming about how I'll be rich, or I'll be an adventurer, or how I'll just live in a small house with millions of cats, or even that I'll finally learn to travel through time and live with the dinosaurs. The problem is, until I get up off of my lazy tush, they're just dreams. How many people out there actually end up doing the thing they dreamed of their entire lives? Or better yet, have a job that actually fits with what they went to school for?
I've often heard stories of people who dreamed of becoming this or that but somehow they ended up on a different path. Now, the path they ended up on worked out for them, they are happy. But, when hearing the stories, peeking out from behind their eyes is a look of disappointment and hope. They wish they would have gone after their dreams, and maybe part of them still has hope that things will work out the way they had always imagined.
Almost two months ago, I got a call for a job interview. It wasn't an ideal job. I'd be driving 40 minutes to and from each day, working little hours, and it wasn't anything spectacular or glamorous. But after spending hours applying for jobs, I was happy to finally have an interview. And I thought my parents would have the same feeling. They were happy, but my dad sat me down for a "lecture" that night.
Dad explained to me that I have options. I needed to decide if I wanted a job, or if I wanted to work towards a career and get on a path. He wasn't lecturing, more like guiding in a loving way, letting me know that no matter what I did with my life, he would still support me. The problem was that I didn't know what kind of path I wanted to be on. All I knew was that I needed money and I needed to be doing SOMETHING with my time.
I went in for the interview with a pessimistic attitude. Not in the sense that I wouldn't get the job, but in the sense that I would get the job and not know what to do about it. I'm not one who likes making decisions. Before I talked to my dad, whether I took the job relied solely on whether or not they gave it to me. But he pointed out that I have to, at some point, decide what I want to do with my life and that I should try harder to take a job that has some relation to some thing I may be somewhat interested in someday.
I had two interviews. Both started out with the interviewer giving me a brief history of their experience with the store. The first one said she had gotten a job after going to a little bit of college and has stuck with it for two years. The second had been there many years and was now a single mother. I realized I didn't want to be sucked into that trap. The trap of sticking with something just for the security of it.
I drove home with a determination to make my dreams come true. Even if I'm not sure what they are yet, I'm going to find out and I'm not going to give up. I don't want to be an old cat lady luring strangers into my home to talk about how I could have been something. Because I can be something now. The only thing standing in my way is me.
I went in for the interview with a pessimistic attitude. Not in the sense that I wouldn't get the job, but in the sense that I would get the job and not know what to do about it. I'm not one who likes making decisions. Before I talked to my dad, whether I took the job relied solely on whether or not they gave it to me. But he pointed out that I have to, at some point, decide what I want to do with my life and that I should try harder to take a job that has some relation to some thing I may be somewhat interested in someday.
I had two interviews. Both started out with the interviewer giving me a brief history of their experience with the store. The first one said she had gotten a job after going to a little bit of college and has stuck with it for two years. The second had been there many years and was now a single mother. I realized I didn't want to be sucked into that trap. The trap of sticking with something just for the security of it.
I drove home with a determination to make my dreams come true. Even if I'm not sure what they are yet, I'm going to find out and I'm not going to give up. I don't want to be an old cat lady luring strangers into my home to talk about how I could have been something. Because I can be something now. The only thing standing in my way is me.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
It's Magic!
The following story is absolutely true.
Mitchell, Mom, and I were sitting at the table eating a positively healthy dinner of hot dogs and mandarin oranges. As the meal was coming to an end, Mom looked over at Mitchell's plate and said, "What on earth do you think you're doing?" He had poured his glass of water onto his plate so it was barely not spilling over.
"Nothing!" He responded.
"Mitchell," my mom wasn't happy. "Sorine just cleaned the floors. If you spill any of that you will have to clean it up."
"MOM!" he stood up. "I'm doing a magic trick! If you would pay any attention to my life you would know that I'm becoming a magician."
Mitchell then performed a delightful magic trick using a candle, a piece of hot dog, his cup, and some matches. Needless to say, my little brother is becoming a magician. And we would have known months ago had we simply paid more attention to his life.
The end.
Mitchell, Mom, and I were sitting at the table eating a positively healthy dinner of hot dogs and mandarin oranges. As the meal was coming to an end, Mom looked over at Mitchell's plate and said, "What on earth do you think you're doing?" He had poured his glass of water onto his plate so it was barely not spilling over.
"Nothing!" He responded.
"Mitchell," my mom wasn't happy. "Sorine just cleaned the floors. If you spill any of that you will have to clean it up."
"MOM!" he stood up. "I'm doing a magic trick! If you would pay any attention to my life you would know that I'm becoming a magician."
Mitchell then performed a delightful magic trick using a candle, a piece of hot dog, his cup, and some matches. Needless to say, my little brother is becoming a magician. And we would have known months ago had we simply paid more attention to his life.
The end.
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