Heartbreaker

I can't understand why people watch the Bachelor or its equally horrible spin-off, the Bachelorette. During the cool-down of my spinning class last night, the instructor announced that she was racing home to watch the season finale of the Bachelorette which spawned about 15 "OH MY GOD!!! MEEEE TOOOO's" from other girls in the class. I looked around, bewildered by the fact that I might be the only 20-something female alive that doesn't watch this trite ridiculousness known as "reality TV."

But never one to be out of the loop, particularly in all things pop culture, I thought I would put on the show when I got home, passively observing it while I made dinner. At least I could talk about it with other girls if it came up in social situations.

As expected, it was awful! Why is it entertaining to watch people struggle through heartbreak? This woman apparently falls in love with two very nice, attractive men who you're lead to believe are in fact crazy in love with her, only to see her have to reject one man. Watching a grown man cry because he's just had his heartbroken is...well... heart breaking.

It wasn't entertaining. It was just sad. Even if it's all an act, it's STILL sad.

This show must only appeal to people who have had perfect relationships because for anyone who can relate to having their heart broken, it sure was depressing!

Maybe it's cathartic? I don't know. Either way, there was no way I was sitting through to the end to watch the much anticipated proposal.

Someone please let me know when they've found something worth watching on TV.

Denial

How is that a 25 year old can spend a whole weekend feeling old? Surrounded by people, some nearly a decade my junior, I felt ancient. It's insane. I know this a completely insane thought. But I can't help it. What is particularly unnerving about this is that while these "younger people" all seem to think I'm "so much older than them," I don't really feel that much of a divide. I felt that if the topic of age had never come up, I could have been perfectly happy thinking we were all peers.

And just to add insult to injury, I log into Facebook, which admittedly is becoming a more infrequent activity these days, only to find my wall covered in albums of new babies and weddings. That's it. I know it's been said before but what happened to pictures of fun parties and travelling? When did all this get replaced by things that are so alarmingly "adult?" I feel betrayed. Like everyone grew up and left me behind. And now, I have no choice but to continue pretending or grow up with them.

Again, I realize this is completely absurd. 25 is not old.

It's just a series of unconnected events that happened close together making me feel like this.

I need to go do something ridiculously immature now to make myself feel better. Maybe I'll make a prank phone calls while eating cookies in bed. Yeeeah... I think that will do the trick.

Things that make no sense at all

- People who confidently quit very good jobs to travel the world
- Face tattoos
- Smoking
- Why I can't sing
- A label on a roast chicken salad that said, "Now with roast chicken."
- Why anyone names their child the same name as their last name.
- This video.
- Everything that Lady Gaga wears. Especially this.

Blogs. Blah.

I was wondering today if the reason I have less enthusiasm for this blog is because I spend all day looking at other people's blogs.

I kind of feel like I have nothing to say.

Maybe I'll just start making stuff up. It can be Miranda's Truth or Fiction Blog: I tell the story, readers rate whether it's True or False.

Maybe I can even find some web geek to add voting buttons to my page.