I’m curious to get all of your opinions on this.
It’s certainly not a new concept and the author’s argument makes total sense in my mind. I’ve never bought (pun intended) into the idea of a man needing to “prove” his love to a woman with an expensive purchase. I get that what engagement rings symbolize doesn’t exactly align with my beliefs on gender equality.
I’d still like one someday.
Maybe that makes me a hypocrite. I don’t necessarily have a good reason for it. I think the author’s point that going with the flow is easier than “endless annoying conversations with nosy strangers” is spot on, but I’d be lying if I said it was the only factor.
Frankly, I don’t really care for what my dad walking me down the aisle would represent either, but I 100% want him (and possibly my mom) to. I want my family to literally be by my side on that day. I know my dad would be hurt if I had it any other way.
I guess maybe I’m trying to say that sometimes traditions are nice, even if their origin is shitty. Is that a cop out? I don’t know.
What do you guys think?
Which is 5 hours behind CST, so I’m getting my first taste of what communicating from London, which is 6 hours ahead of CST, is going to be like.
Assessment thus far? Annoying. Inconvenient. Not ideal.
So what, now I’ll just have to wait until 1pm every day to share videos of leopards attacking crocodiles? This is IMPORTANT STUFF.
I am 100% fine; the incident is more of a curiosity at this point. I had an odd health scare on Sunday that I’m hoping one of you fine people might be able to explain.
Sunday morning Matt and I went for a 6-mile run, as dictated by our training plan for the Soldier Field 10-miler. I felt fine when I woke up. I had some granola for breakfast before we left, so I wasn’t heading out on an empty stomach. It was a nice, 65-degree day. Since we were in the suburbs, we decided to run through a nearby forest preserve that’s on the hilly side. We set off on the run and after a mile I noticed it hurt my chest to take deep breaths (unusual). After two miles my breathing was pretty labored and I was having trouble catching it (unusual). At the end of the third mile, I was panting hard enough that we stopped the run (unusual) so I could recuperate. At this point I thought it was just the hills and the fact I’d skipped my 2 other runs that week (but have been running 3x/week before that for the last month). (Note: I don’t typically run hills but I’ve also trained for a number of endurance races so this wasn’t exactly pushing my limit.) I stopped too quickly and got lightheaded to the point of needing to sit down (not unusual - if I stop moving suddenly during exercise, I immediately get lightheaded). Since we were 3 miles away from the car, we walked mile 4, then slowly jogged miles 5 and 6. I never got out of breath again, but the entire time it hurt to take deep breaths. Once the six miles were up, we’d been walking a few minutes and the car was in sight when my chest pain really intensified. It felt like a sharp heaviness that was making breathing semi-difficult and painful. Thankfully this only lasted 5 minutes; it was severe enough that had it kept up, I would’ve gone to the hospital because that shit was terrifying! Like I said, after 5 minutes the sharp heaviness subsided. The deep breath pains stuck around for another hour or two and then I was back to normal. Weirdly, once I had recovered my body was super achey and I was exhausted, even though I’d gotten 8.5 hours of sleep the night before. The aching and exhaustion lasted the rest of the day, to the point where I worried I was getting the flu (although I had no other symptoms).
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling 100% fine, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Same with today.
The human body is BONKERS. What say you, people?
UPDATE: I went to the doctor after all of you freaked me out and got all the tests done (EKG, chest x-ray, oxygen, etc.) Everything came back perfect. The doctor ruled out asthma, pneumonia, collapsed lung, blood clots, muscle inflammation, etc. She basically said she couldn’t tell me why it happened but YAY for health.
We all bitch and moan about being grown up and wah college and wah childhood but it is 6:34pm on a Monday and I am sitting on my couch in sweatpants and no bra, eating delicious cheese (yes, more smoked Gouda) (mainline it into my system) and drinking wine that did not come out of a box while watching Game of Thrones, all for no reason other than I damn well feel like it and I can do whatever I want whenever I want because I am the boss of me and THAT IS AWESOME.
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night
"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."
Believe it or not, I found that last one while researching something for work.
Also, I love GoT.
Weekend away, people.
|Matt:||maybe i'll go hang out with the Queen??? hmm????|
|Matt:||how funny would that be if I was on the cover of US with Kate and William|