Who looks like THIS on a daily basis? I mean really...translating a Notebook esq character to real life is too much for women. Come on Ryan Gosling, you know better.
I do not know what it is about the American reality or paradigm might I say, that has people constantly second guessing themselves. Could it be inhibition, low self esteem or a manipulating controlling external force?

This so called reality has millions everywhere, including myself, asking: What do I want to do with my life? When the question really should be: What makes me happy?

But behold, that tiny little dream bubble you are playing back in your mind every day is cruelly interrupted by a one inch tall green plastic Toy Story esq army figurine holding you at gun point bursting that dream with a vivid image of what is considered reality. You know, the nuclear family who has baked bread (taco bell) on the table and sack lunches (hard cash or a credit card to buy lunch) prepared while Dad is out at the law firm and Mom is out gardening (spending Dad's cash at the local plastic surgeon and then at Nordstroms).

However, I think the American nuclear family real housewives of Orange County dream is just a mascot of everything else this country-even some other countries-stand for; suppressing what makes a person happy.

That job you chose over the one you really wanted is going to get back to you. All that extra cash you have leftover from the law firm will be paying your therapy bills every week rather your elated St. Tropez vacation.

Happiness is so simple. Happiness is just listening to yourself. Yet, time and time again even I consider the nuclear family when what I really want to do in every aspect of my life is in the back of my mind. Nothing is worth it unless you are doing something full force. If it is failure that causes a person to stand at the peripheral edge of something they don't truly love to do, but see no other way out. A person is only setting thyself up for failure; whether it be material or emotional. Let this be a paragon of virtue for you all.

It is not new-but to me it is.

Anderson Cooper, everyone's favorite anchorman, has a blog. Really CNN? Did you seriously not advertise that enough? Anderson Cooper@CNN
I wonder what it would be like to just sit in a room full of sitcom writers.

I mean-it has to be good. It has to be some sort of tangential pandemonium with a splash of wit and character; at least that is what I think. I imagine everyone sitting there with their Apple computers (because who uses anything else anymore?) and conjuring up great plots while at the same time making the most awesome puns towards each other resulting in a constant one liner contest everyday (I am sure my dream bubble of awesomeness could be detonated by reality though).

I can't even imagine how awesome the personalities behind all those one liners are on big shows like Friends or The Office. I bet I could be a quintessential besty to almost everyone. Though, they may not want some 20 something following them around with a gleeful smile and a pad of paper writing everything I observe down-it might seem stalker-ish.

This is derived from the NY Times a few days ago...Focus, People! There's work to do!

This is the isle of Vanuatu. This is has been selected as the happiest place on Earth this year.

Why you ask? Even without running water, common luxuries of the every day American, and electricity, Vanuatuans are happy despite those things.

The phrase "it is the simple things in life," really take place here...and even when asked what the main secret of happiness was, their reply: "not having to worry about money."

Stephen Colbert, who if you don't know him, has a little show on Comedy Central that follows up John Stewart, spoke at the commencement ceremony this year at Princeton.

Personally, I love him because he is unstoppable and though boisterous at times-most of the time, he is hilarious...here is why:

“Gandhi said, ‘you must be the change you want to see in the world,’” Stephen Colbert told an audience of thousands at the Class Day ceremony this afternoon. “But may I also point out he drank his own urine, so let’s not go overboard on his advice.”

Read the rest here
I was looking through my younger brothers high school yearbook today. It is so interesting to look through an encyclopedia of mug shots of people you do not know, but you do know what will happen to them.

They will all end up just as stressed, frightened, lonely, and ruthless as any person can become at some point after high school. All those things happen at some point when you are trying to figure out who you are, except, no one warns you. Unless you are lucky and had one of those June Cleaver mom's, who made sure you had your brown sack lunch everyday and your weekly life lesson talk.

No one warns you. No one told me senior year that it was going to be different after graduation. No one told me that the simple life I led before where innocence was simply a trait, was going to disappear. No one tells these kids that.

Of course it is all tantalizing in the beginning. The whole opening act of life has to be, because if it wasn't, you would be screwed later on. I don't think life really starts until after high school. Until you have set your path of some sort of independence, whatever that may be, and you know what? I don't think this lifelong struggle of inner soul searching and outer strength finding ever ends. Because once one mess is cleaned up another bottle breaks. That is just the way it is and in that yearbook, no one knows that just yet.



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