Ruminations

Random Thoughts from 25-35 year olds.

Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!


Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem...


There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are
going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.


I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me
if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I
swear I did not make any changes to.


I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people
watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will
they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't
watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and
leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'



I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she
hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light
internet stalking.



I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.


More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can
think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell
my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves
me.


Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you're wrong.


There is a great need for sarcasm font.


Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and
suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first
saw it.


I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually
becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting
90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's
laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little
bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the
only one who really, really gets it.


I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than
take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.


I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear
your computer history if you die.


How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod
and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?


MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I
know how to get out of my neighborhood.