I seriously doubt I will ever summon up the courage to try Balut. (a.k.a. bird fetus) ….. and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t ever *want* to.
But, to each their own!
P.S. I was going to attach a photo, but decided it would require a warning for the weak-stomached. You can thank me later.
I miss animals.
I like living in the city for certain aspects — being close to businesses of every kind, being “where the action’s at”, walks in the evening with all the lights lit up around you….. it can be great. But heck, do I miss my animals.
I rent a condo and I believe part of my tenant’s agreement involved a no pet clause, and besides, I’m not home often enough where I feel I’d be able to give them a good home in my tiny place. I’m in a transitionary point in my life, where I’ve got all the education I need right now, and can’t decide what would be a good career for me, so no point in my settling in my place when who-knows-what could happen. And after moving my kitty about 4 times before he passed away, I don’t want to subject another pet to constant moving.
I was looking online for the nearest pet store/humane society, and only am finding stores that sell pet goods — not pets. I could go to the dog park and stalk a puppy….. but that might look weird.
Where can one go to get their dose of animals??!!
I have been thinking lately, that I may have a problem. I may be a Serial Friendinator.
When I was a lil’ girl, I was under the impression that it was the goal of every person in my class to acquire a Best Friend.
This was tricky for me, because I liked a bunch of people, and would rotate in their circles depending on their/my preferences at the time. I had one girl who I was close with, but she was also close with — and Best Friends with — another girl and boy….. so I felt that didn’t really count. Another girl and I were close for a while, but that ended quickly when I left for another school for Grade 5 French Immersion. I never heard from her again until this year when I found her on Facebook (yay childhood memories!) and we added each other and still haven’t spoken.
So, in Grade 5, I tried to find a new Best Friend. In a class of all girls (but one boy, who I don’t blame at all for leaving a year later), flaring hormonal tempers and allegiances that revolved like cheap neon vacancy signs at a scuzzy motel, this goal suddenly became as unlikely as if I were trying to find a single-coloured rainbow made of unicorn-shaped water droplets (read: 60% unlikely, except on rainy days when it’s more like 50% unlikely).
My sister reassured me that in high school, things would be different. In high school, you could pick who you wanted to hang out with, and could avoid the people who sucked…… or the other way around, but that would be kind of dumb so I didn’t do that. High school was alright for the most part — the place still abounded with dummies, but I could actually find people to talk to and it was nice. I made a lot of good friends. And at different points in my time in high school, I might have said I had a Best Friend….. but alas, those particular title-wielding strong ties diminished, and the best I could hope for was that we would still keep in touch. And not in the class pen-pal project with a school in Argentina way — an occasional, actual update dedicated to each other way. I still have good friends from high school, and it’s nice.
However, when I went away to university, it was an opportunity to meet new peeps, and to continue looking for a Best Friend. Well, not 6 months into my studies, I started dating a guy I’d end up dating for 4.5 years. He was my Best Friend for that time. Then, I had to essentially start all over in my last year of university, since I really hadn’t maintained many friendships outside the relationship.
I went all out.
I answered an ad for a co-singer for a band (for one song they needed help with). I thrust myself into a new world of people, and surprisingly came out with a really amazing set of new friends. The person whose ad I responded to became my Best Friend for about a year. We jammed, and played coffee shops, and he taught me about the joys of cooking and music and salsa-dancing even if you have no coordination. He taught me how to appreciate soccer and running for more than 2 minutes at a time. I probably taught him a few things too, but who knows what they were. It was fun. Then I moved. I wanted to do a postgrad program, so that ended that intense Best Friendship.
In that postgrad program, I met a girl who is probably the closest I can come to naming a female Best Friend I’ve ever had. She and I thought so similarly, people said it was like we were sisters. Of course, she was crazy too. But in a good way. We’d look at each other and burst out laughing. We worked on a big project together, spending tons of time together, and at the end still wanted to hang out. After the program’s internship positions landed us in two different locations, that intense Best Friendship ended too. I still miss her and in a perfect world would have us working together at the same place. I think she could make nearly any job bearable.
A few months later, I met my current boyfriend. Right from the start, our first actual date was 10 hours long….. so it was a good indication we could be good for each other. He has become my Best Friend. I am an extreme kinda gal, so I don’t see that changing in the near future, but I can’t help but wonder….. other than considering my boyfriend my Best Friend which is true in all the good senses of the title, am I a Serial Friendinator?
Maybe my newfound psychologist friends will understand this better than me, but I seem to often have what I can only describe as out-of-body experiences. Continue reading
Zest
Main Entry: zest
1 : a piece of the peel of a citrus fruit (as an orange or lemon) used as flavoring
2 : an enjoyably exciting quality : piquancy <adds zest to the performance>
3 : keen enjoyment : relish , gusto <has a zest for living>
Zest for life: founded in appreciation through curiosity and questioning?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rollercoasted through my life. As I’ve mentioned to a few people, I live in stages.
Today I received a message from one of my uncles. He wished me a Merry Christmas in Serbian, as it’s Serbian Orthodox Christmas today. That got me thinking. Continue reading
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