Who Died and Made You King of Anything?

From Sara Bareilles' single "King of Anything"

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

This song has so much truth to it. And lately, I've been obsessed with it. And by lately, I mean since last night when I realized I didn't have her new CD. After listening to this song all day (it's catchy, upbeat, and SO true to life that I can barely stand it) I realize I love it even more than before. And I want to share that with the rest of you:

If this fails fantastically, it's because when it comes to anything more complicated than a simple post, I'm lost. Hah.

But the reason I like this song, and the lines I picked out in particular earlier, is that it shows a much more realistic version of how some women are. We are not all damsels in distress. Not all of us need a prince charming to save us. Sometimes, we need it a little bit more, but for the most part, we don't all need saving. I would like to think that I belong to this group. I'm fiercely independent. I date people because I want to, not because I need a guy in my life. If things don't work out, for the most part I can move on pretty easily. Sometimes things work, and sometimes they probably should have never begun in the first place. Not saying that I'm completely heartless, but more realistic in my view of relationships. Or, I have started to become moreso as I've gotten older. At this point in my life, I'm not looking for forever. That will come eventually. I can't promise forever to anyone right now. There are too many things in my life that prohibit that: my post-grad plans, my career goals, things I want to do before settling down with anyone. In my first relationship, I was told something that I now use as my go-to answer: "I can't promise you I'll be yours forever, but I'll be yours for as long as we both make each other happy". I feel like this is a fair representation. But this has gone far enough into a tangent that should be saved for another post entirely.

Back to Ms. Bareilles and her smashing single. I love this song. It's powerful, it makes me walk with a little swing to my step, and it reminds me that I don't have to conform to what any guy tells me or fall for his charm...unless I want to of course ;)

As always,

Lex

Notes on a page

Yes, it's been a month since I posted. College life has taken over...but I'm hoping to start a regular schedule of posting soon...as soon as I get all of my other schedules figured out (class, fraternity, friends at UGA, friends elsewhere, working out/running, and everything else not classified in those).

For those of you who don't know, I really enjoy writing. Not just in blog format, but also songs/poems and narratives. I've been working on different stages of a book for close to two years now, only really writing when I have large stretches of time to devote to such ponderings and memories. But the poetry, that's what I can write anytime, anywhere. This, for instance. I just now wrote it in a span of about 10 minutes. I hate editing, so I don't do it (besides obvious grammatical and spelling errors). So, here it is, notes on a page of a wandering mind.

Out of Place

How curious are the weeds

That grow and cover over

All that we once thought

Would be all we would ever need

How strange are these walls we've built

Put up to defend, to protect

All that we consider precious

But now only serve to encase our guilt

How false are these promises we make

To ourselves and those we hold close

"No more will I be vulnerable!" we say

But then allow them our hearts to take

Oh how we enjoy the climb and the dive

We crave the joy along with the pain

Seeds in the wind, we sigh and we say

"How wonderful it is to feel alive"

Oh yes, how wonderful it is to feel alive.

As always,

Lex

Work sucks, I know...

So, I had a summer job...

I worked at a local catering company that did food service for a large corporation in the Charleston area. Basically my job was to serve food, help customers, talk to them, run the cash register, restock the food and beverages, was dishes, cut fruit, and basically whatever else was needed.

For the most part, I liked my job. I worked with some pretty fun people (but some not-so-fun people), had a pretty large group of regulars that were fun and great people, and I was kept entertained for most of my stint as a food service worker.

I learned a lot in my 3 months with this company. I learned a lot about food service and why I do not want to ever make this business my career. I had planned on doing a rant about how to be a good customer (since there are a lot of notes/blogs/etc about how to make a sandwich, how to wait a table, how to work at Burger King, and that kind of thing) to show that yes, we are there to serve you, but you don't have to be a snob about it.

However, instead of the rant, I'm going to post what one of my coworkers, Christy, and I made up one extremely boring Sunday at work, alternating writing down the ways you know that work sucks.

You Know Work Sucks When:

• The most exciting part of the day is when you get a text from your mom.
• You make up games like "Fruit Skips", "How High Can You Reach?", and "Soy Sauce Launch"
  
• You're so bored that you clean walls to entertain yourself
• Getting to sit on the "perch" is a reward for standing for a few minutes
• The grits are congealed and they don't pass the plop test.
• You're excited to do dishes so you can stop staring at an empty dining room.
• You organize your boss' desk when he doesn't ask you to (and when it's not really messy to begin with)
• You organize, and then reorganize the stockroom to see how many boxes you can get rid of
• You text the words to the song stuck in your head to your boyfriend (work sucks, I know. She left me roses by the stairs. Surprises let me know she cares. Say it ain't so, I will not go. Turn the lights off. Carry me home. Nananananananananana nananananananananana. Or something like that)
• Hunting flies with a rag is a sport
• Excitement is seeing someone coming in to bring different food (lunch rather than breakfast) to you from the other part of the company. '
• You're OCD about the way the jelly sits in the tub...and the butter...and the sugar packets....
• And, finally: You know work sucks when you do a dance around the kitchen area when it's 1:59 so that when you get back to clock out it's exactly 2:00.

As always,

Lex