I can’t stand seeing work-out selfies. The first couple times you post them—is allowed and understood. It’s awesome that you are working out and eating healthy and give a shit about your health. Like that’s cool. And good for you for making a change to better yourself and your life. I’m all about that!
But, by the 10th selfie… I’m annoyed. I don’t give a shit anymore about what your body looks like and I’m considering unfollowing you. And by the 15th post, I’m beginning to think you are possibly narsacistic—self centered, attention starving—and living in your own world. Like there is only so much of your body that I care to see. I get it.. You look good! Now, please stop fucking bragging about it and move on.
This is my belly selfie. I don’t work out at all and I have about a thousand stretch marks from carrying two babies. (Although, I prefer to tell people I got into a bear fight and won). #bearfight.
Either way if I posted pictures of my body (in shape or not)— everyday!? You would get annoyed too. And after the 15th post you would be thinking, “We get it– you have a bunch of scars and are self conscious– get over it.”
So please stop the gym selfies. Otherwise I’m going to start harassing your Instagram and facebook feeds with my scars and blinding white skin.
Lets just be honest for a minute. Marriage isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. In fact, throw some kids in the mix and marriage really isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Date nights are hardcore planned, if ever had…and sex? Well, let’s just say that changes too. Nap time is a family thing not a kid thing.
Calm down, I love my husband and my family more than anything—so don’t get the wrong idea. All I’m saying is, it’s not what society cracks it up to be. No one is the fucking Brady bunch with white teeth and big smiles. And if you think they are– they’re lying to you, because the minute they leave your house, or you leave theirs— eyes are rolled and scofs are made and gossip is discussed.
Marriage is actually more like being in combat boot camp. Loud noises. A bunch of drills and tests. Exhaustion. Repetitive shit. And uniforms. Although, the great news about boot camps? At the end, you’re damn glad you stuck with it.
Still, being married is signing up for all kinds of compromises from the moment you say, “I do.” Never liked the color red? Oh well, everything in your house is red now. Never thought you would give up meat? Now you’re going vegan. Never thought you would use blow jobs as a bargaining tool? Oh well, now you do. (Yeah, that’s a thing).
Single ladies out there: The movie The Notebook is a fantasy!!! Along with all other romantic comedies– that are only created to make you feel warm and cozy inside. But guys (in the real world) are just not like that. Okay, some guys are in the beginning. The beginning though.
And guys: what do girls really want? We don’t fucking know that’s why we want everything. And that’s why when I shop I buy stupid shit and return half of it.
Basically the moral of this rant is to marry someone you can stand to be friends with for life. Because friendship, true friendship– is the foundation to a marriage. So when the going gets tough and rough you can withstand the weather… Or something like that.