Don’t Judge Me!

For those of you who don’t know, this weekend was Gasparilla Pirate’s Fest, Tampa’s own little version of Mardi Gras (only better because it’s pirate themed!) I had the fortune to be in the parade this year (which was always on my list even though I don’t think I ever wrote it).  I’m not sure who drinks more, the people in the crowds or on the floats? Either way, ya start early and go all day!  I was smart enough to crap out early though because I had to work early the next day (a sunday when most people had off).

At my job, we are required to suggest margaritas to every table, even if they clearly don’t want them.  And when they say “No”, we’re pretty much supposed to force them down their throats anyways (at least that’s what the company would like).  So around noon on sunday, I am waiting tables.  I get one that clearly looks like they just came from church (a generalization about our church people- they think they are high and mighty because they went to church and you clearly were not allowed to and then they sit at your table for hours and leave you no tip (except maybe a ‘Jesus Saves’ card)  because they think you are so much beneath them you should be their slave, but I digress).  I do my usual schpiel, ask them if they want a margarita, and the lady gives me the stank eye and goes “what, this early?!” in a voice like I had just asked her to commit murder.  Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere!  I wanted to say “honey, this time yesterday I was already 6 shots in!”  But, I held my tongue and waited 20 minutes for them to be ready to order.  All the while she stared at me like I had the plague and she was afraid she might catch it.  If you think servers are so much beneath you, cook your own damn food!

I guess it is somewhat hypocritical of me to judge them with all the other church people- but I was right- they sat there for another 2 hours, their kids made a mess everywhere, and they left like $3.  I, on the other hand, drank all the day before, remembered everything I did, and was not even hung over the next day and managed to do my job just fine.  So who fit their stereotype better?  At the end of the day, people are constantly judging you no matter what.  It’s my goal to constantly prove them wrong (yes I really am 26, yes I really do have a genius IQ, yes I do speak 3ish languages), but damn it’s hard work!!!

Haaaaaave You Met Ted?

Remember that post I wrote a few weeks ago? The one about choosing one word to describe yourself? This one here (in case you missed it). I had always used the word “eclectic”, sometimes even “eccentric”, to describe myself. In the post I also decided the word “genuine” would be a good fit. Recently, thanks to my aforementioned watching too much TV, I learned a new word that fits pretty perfectly: “anhedonic”. According to the dictionary, it means “lack of pleasure or of the capacity to experience it”. Basically, it means you’re never happy. Not necessarily in the slit-my-wrists-depressed sort of way, but in the nothingisevergoodenoughalwayssearchingformore kind of way.

an·he·do·ni·a [an-hee-doh-nee-uh]

Noun PsychologyLack of pleasure or of the capacity to experience it.
Origin:
1895–1900; < Greek an- an-1+ hēdon ( ) pleasure + -ia -ia
Related forms
an·he·don·ic [an-hee-don-ik], adjective
Example:

Ted, if you wanted to be married by now you would be but your not and you know why? Because you’re irrationally picky, you’re easily distracted, and you’re utterly anhedonic.”

That’s me!  I mentioned before my personality similarities to Dr. House, but scratch that. I am Ted Mosby. I have only just started watching How I Met Your Mother from the beginning (after a year of harping from my friends), and at least through Season One, I have found what is somewhat the story of my life. Although, if you read this blog, you would probably think that TV is the story of my life. Funny thing is– I don’t watch that much TV. 

2011 in review

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