I've noticed recently, pretty much since I started this blog, that I've been quite the grumpy old man about everything. If you only read what I write here and knew nothing else about me, you might think that I'm some raging bitch who hates everything and everyone. I promise that is not true. For the sake of balance, I decided to write a blog about things that I love.
-I love small acts of old-fashioned gentlemanery (not a real word). Including, but not limited to:
-When a man holds the door open for a lady and puts his hand on the small of her back as she's walking through.
-Walking around and opening the car door for a lady. Like the above example, a respect thing, in my eyes.
-Pulling out chairs at restaurants.
-Opening jars.
-Buttoning the last button/zipping up that last section of dress in the back.
This might seem like I'm trying to set the feminist movement back 40 years. Don't worry, I'm plenty stubborn and independent in a million other ways that make up for me melting over this short list. Besides, why am I trying to apologize for something I like? It's my blog.
-I love Long Beach. From the 1920s-era preserved parts, to the gay bars, to the scary ghetto parts, to the hippie parts; from downtown, to Belmont Shore/2nd Street, etc. It's always been a happy/peaceful place for me, and I don't know why. I think I might be a city mouse underneath it all. My favorite building is the Villa Riviera on the corner of Ocean and Shoreline. I think this might be a result of it looking like a building out of Ghostbusters and "looks like something out of Ghostbusters" pretty much ensures that I will love something. I don't know that Long Beach is my all-time favorite city, but it's one of them.
-I have never had a favorite clothing store before. Most of my clothes shopping is done on an extreme budget and at the last minute, so I have never really gotten too attached to any one location. Until now, that is. In Old Towne Orange exists the most darling little clothing store, and I feel like every girl should know about it.
Spotted Moth has been my go-to shop for about 9 months now. It's small, simply (but sweetly) decorated, and every single female that works there is adorable both in personality and attire. They have a pretty decent selection in person and also have an extensive amount of merchandise online. I just can't get enough.
-My favorite time of day is in the late afternoon when the sun is at an angle that makes everything look gold. It's not sunset yet, but you can tell the day is starting to end. I think in the fall this is at about 4:30pm, I'll have to pay closer attention to the clock.
-I love when babies belly laugh.
-I love how music can break all language barriers. I've been in a handful of situations in my life where the only time everyone could communicate was when a song that we all knew was playing. Thank you, Beyonce.
-I love the feeling I get immediately after purchasing a plane ticket. Excitement, nervousness, and a tiny bit of buyer's remorse every time. It's a small high.
-I love having to work for something. I'm not saying it has to be a challenge for me to appreciate it (maybe I am), but an A for something that was cake or a raise I haven't necessarily earned or people appreciating a piece I've half-assed does not feel as good as getting those things when I've broken a sweat for it.
-My friends.
-Secrets that don't hurt anyone. There is something magical about sharing something with only one other living soul. The two of you own that, together. Whether it be a confession, or a moment, or a feeling, or an embarrassment.... it's beautiful to me.
-My siblings. I have 2 sisters and one brother. One sister and I fight almost nonstop, but I love her regardless and couldn't do life without her. And my other sister and brother have always been there for me, even when I've been a class A shithead. I'm really lucky and I know it.
-I. Love. Craft. Beer. I have a theory that if I didn't love craft beer so much, I might actually be a rather thin person. I'm afraid I will never know. One beer after a long, hot day is just...so nice. Of course, it might be one 22 ounce beer....
-The potential that people have to be great is one of my favorite things about being alive. I couldn't decide whether my (sometimes blind) love and hope for humans was a blessing or a curse, but (today) I'm choosing to view it as a blessing. Although I come off as a pessimist often, underneath it all, I always hold on to the belief that the terrible things people do (including my own terrible things) are not that person's true nature. I give a lot of chances, because I need a lot of chances.
Hopefully this balances the mood here. I'm not solely a cynical, overreacting, eye-rolling, f-bomb-dropping she-devil. I mean, I still am that, but not all the time.
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