Step 1: Have a fuck you attitude toward the world.
Step 2: Don’t hide your flaws.
Step 3: Date every asshole imaginable.
Step 4: When you’re nearing a scary milestone in your life (30) plan a Euro-Trip with your co-blogger/best friend.
And if not….
Sunday night Lucky and I got to talking. Yes our lives are boring, we hate men, our jobs are going no where, we have nothing to look forward to yada yada yada… then we came up with the most brilliant plan ever – Europe.
3 weeks in summer 2015 Italy, Greece, France, Spain, England… we’ll be there celebrating our 30th birthdays.
So we are pretty excited about it. We’re going to eat good food, drink good booze and get ourselves cultured. We’re planning it four years in advance because we’re not going to backpack through Europe – we’re going to live in the lap of luxury. And by that I mean we plan on staying in hotels and not hostels where we will get murdered and raped. So we will be saving up our monies for the next 4 years so our fun Euro Trip doesn’t send us into debt. All while all of our married, kid frenzied friends are spending their hard earned bucks on formula and diaper genies.
We realize that four years is a long time. But let’s be honest – 4 years ago Lucky and I were no closer to marriage and families then we are today, so we are pretty confident we won’t have to cash in our Euro fund for a down payment on a new mini-van.
Traveling through Europe is something I have wanted to do for years. I never studied abroad because I didn’t think I could last 4 months away from home, but I was always so jealous of those who did. They came back knowing new languages, they had new life-long friends from across the country, they had stories of the sights they saw in different countries, and pictures of themselves with famous landmarks. Finally – Lucky and I can live it up!
Anyway, I got yelled at and called a bitch this morning by a homeless man because I wouldn’t give him a new shirt in the backseat of my car and my lunch. I see the guy at the same place every day, he’s always standing at the stoplight when I get off the expressway with a sign saying “Homeless: Need work or food.”
Living in the big city I see multiple homeless people daily – they all want money, free food, or a job. Well don’t we all. I mean yeah, I feel sorry for them because I know it’s rough out there, but 99% of the homeless people begging for money on the streets are just lazy. So I pull up and every morning when I see this guy standing at the stop light with his sign I groan, because he’ll stand at the front of your car with his sign and stare at you expecting a hand out, but he’s never said anything to me until today.
He walks up to my car with his sign, I shake my head and don’t make eye contact. Then he starts beating on my window saying, “Hey can I have that shirt back there?” I shook my head and continued looking forward, then he beats again, “Hey can I have the food in that bag (my lunch)” I shook my head again and continued looking forward. Then he beats so hard to the point where I was afraid the window would break and he says, “Hey give me one of those waters back there!!” I had the remainder of a package of water bottles in my backseat and there were like 3 bottles left. I finally looked over, screamed “NO! GO AWAY!” and he walked away but not before saying, “Bitch.”
I’m all about helping people who are less fortunate then myself, but I’m not going to give handouts to people who just expect me to give them whatever I have, who are rude, and lazy. I mean, I do NOT drive a nice car so it really pissed me off that this hobo thought he could walk up to my car and start calling out demands of things he wanted me to give him. #2, my window doesn’t roll down – so I’ll be damned if I open up my door to give someone a damn bottle of water. Every morning I get irritated with this guy because he stands there for hours upon hours asking people in the street for money instead of walking across the street to the 4 or 5 gas stations, Mcdonalds, Wendys, and Burger King and filling out applications.
I get pretty annoyed at this group of girls that I see on my way home from work too, almost to the point where I have opened my door to say something to them because I want to tell them off. But, I don’t want to get shot so I keep my mouth shut and my door closed. These girls, usually 5-10 of them stand in the intersection before you get to the expressway in the street with Tupperware containers collecting money. Yes, nice, EXPENSIVE Tupperware containers. They are well dressed, carry coach wristlets, and are wearing new Nike’s and people are still giving them money.
For a while when it was just 2 or 3 of them I thought maybe they were raising money for something, but as I’ve watched their group grow I have realized that they’re just standing there asking for people to give them cash. And they usually do have their Tupperware containers full of dollar bills. If my window worked I would 100% roll it down one day and ask what they are raising money for just to make them feel stupid. But then again, they never come up to my car – because I’m a white woman and they can’t sweet talk me like they can the brothas.