To make you feel better

Mood: optimistic  Music: Some Girls (Rhythm Masters Mix) - Rachel Stevens  Reading: The Edible Woman

I’m using JournalPress to crosspost back to LJ again, so I hope it works! *crosses fingers* Thanks Janet!

I know you’ve heard stories about people reconnecting on Facebook many times over. But my story is important to me. Aren’t they all?

I think towards the end of 2008, I found my friend A on FB, because I think FB suggested her to me. I had shuttered my FB because I was on MySpace. But I wanted to get away from that so I reactivated FB. We both put our high school and graduation year on our profiles and FB is ever so smart about suggesting people to you.

I hadn’t spoken to her since we graduated, because we drifted apart towards the end of senior year. We just didn’t see eye to eye about things, as teenage girls so often do. She took off to Ohio after we graduated. And then I moved to Vegas a couple of years after that. I bolted because I didn’t think people would notice. Boy, was I wrong! lol. I lost touch with Kat, found her again, lost her, and found her again, all through the magic of the internetz.

A was kinda shocked when I friended her, and she was all like, “I guess I didn’t hide myself very well!” But something told me to renew whatever we had. We got to talking through FB and Yahoo! IM, and now she is irrevocably part of my life again.

Our friendship was re-cemented when I had that epic Memorial Day trip back to Nor Cal last year. We had that fun ethnic potluck, made chismis, pigged out, and caught up with each other. We all have the same dirty sense of humor. And even though our friendship is done strictly through the internetz because we live so far apart from each other, I would rather have that than nothing at all.

2010 is going to/will be an amazing year for us four girls. I am graduating college, and they are coming down to see me walk across the stage. T is getting married on my birthday, and A emailed us through FB to announce that she is pregnant. WOW. I can’t believe it. She and her boyfriend have wanted kids, and they’ve been together on and off since we were seniors (he’s 4 years older than us), so I’m psyched for her.

But then again, I’m feeling like a slug. All I’ve done with my life is fart around and struggle through the simplest things. We all matured at different times. Kat started having her kids when we were seniors. T is engaged and planning a wedding. And now A is having a baby. I will love and support them no matter who we are, who we marry, how many kids we have, how far apart we are, and I know they will love and support me like that too. I’m glad they’re in my life. I’d go insane if I didn’t have my homegirls to depend on like that.

I’ve been told time and again that I would make a good wife. Is that a compliment? Sitting here and thinking about that my feminist side says no. Why? Because that’s saying that no matter what I accomplish in my life – I could cure cancer for God’s sake – my one true occupation is to be someone’s wife and all the trappings that come with it.

I don’t fear marriage. I’ve seen it blow up and die all around me many many times over. I’ve studied the complications of marriages in relation to the female identity throughout the ages in my literature and history courses since my upper division career began. But I would like to be one of the ones who has a decently good marriage. I couldn’t be in a relationship where I was expected to be someone’s wife and not my own person though.

All I’m asking for God, Cupid, and any other supernatural beings and concepts who may have a hand in helping me discover my One True Love is that I am respectfully asking for a little help with my happily ever after.

?: “Do you believe in happily ever afters?“