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How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You

How To Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You.

Emptiness

It's been more than three years since we first started going out with each other. It's also more than three years before I realised that we have far and few sentimental records of us being together. We have very few pictures of us being together, we don't have a special place where we did anything out of the ordinary, we don't even have a song that reminds us of our time together and heck, none of us can remember the exact date of when we actually started going out. In short, we appear as confused and devoid of all things romantic as people who have never dated in their lives.

Yet, three years is a long time to go without the normal idea of what a relationship should be and maybe, that has always been for the better. For if the conventional idea of a relationship often leads to more breakups in the general population than you can stomach, perhaps it is high time to take the unconventional route. One that you're more comfortable with.

As much as the sentimental romantic in me may want to have all the recorded memories of our time together for a future that I want to share, the fact that not even time and distance seem to put a dent the relationship proves that one thing is for sure. Unorthodox ways work best with unorthodox people and I don't think that all the special songs and spots in the world could achieve what we have accomplished over the years.

For what it's worth, I'm happy we're doing something right for a change and I know, several thousand miles away, in another timezone, that he is as well..

Coming around.

Sometimes in life, there has to be an unsaid rule that the things we expect the least are the things that define us the most. Even if you stayed true to it everyday, expecting something to happen, sometimes we just commit to it, never expecting that one day, the things we tried so hard to accomplish will come true.

I don't know if it was the title next to my name, or the message on my status, or the time of the day, or that he was bored to begin with. It's in times like these, I don't really care for the reasons at all because there is nothing to care about save for the exact moment that it happened.

For the first time in over a year, the ex, the soulmate, the one that got away, the guy that will always be a part of me, started to talk back.

For better or for worse, no matter how short a conversation, that always brightens up an otherwise depressing weekend.

Birthday Wisdom.

Birthdays are interesting things. A time to take stock, sift through events from the past and look to the promise of the future. A time to make plans, throw away what hasn't been working in favor of brighter horizons, better opportunities.

Birthdays are also a time for tough love. Or perhaps they are merely a time of tough love for me. Especially this year. Having just left a '7' year behind me, and moved onto an '8', I'm pensive.

I've heard that seven-aged years, (17, 27, 37, etc.), are meant to be psychically super-charged. Events undertaken during these years are auspicious and the seeds planted destined to grow to greatness. But what of the years that precede or follow '7' years. Do they get bumpkus? Are they destined to be incrementally wonderful, or...?

I'm not a kid anymore, but then again, I don't really feel old either. It's strange. When I was younger, I yearned, as many teenagers do, to be 'older'. To be an adult...a woman. Then as I achieved all of these things, I found I felt no different, no older. I'm not sure I could ever really verbalize what I expected being 25 or 32 to feel or look like; I sort-of figured it would be a case of 'I'll recognize it when I see it' sort of situation. The problem with this logic is...I don't. I never have. I've stumbled through many situations, convinced X = X, only then with time and distance to realize that, X wasn't X at all. It was really Y, and it meant Z.

I guess I could undeniably say that at 38 years old, I have achieved 'older'. I am older now. It's official. Whether I feel that way, or look that way or even act that way, I am older. And it changes things. It changes my perception of other people and of what I want. It changes my perception of what I think I can get or even should hope for...and it changes my perception of where I think I will be in the future. And I don't like it. So much time is given to disecting the single woman's life. Is she too picky? Is she a slut? Is she expecting too much? Does she try too hard? I'm sure married folk and those in long-term relationships bear their own excruciatingly annoying burdens - burdens given to them by society and well-meaning types who only want the best for them, but it's exhausting. I find I can't defend my reasons for not wanting to go out every night or make myself painfully 'available' at single's events. I've never enjoyed such things and as I get older, their appeal is markedly less.

The truth is, I never anticipated being alone at 38. And now that I have this reality, I don't quite know what to do with it. I can't be the girl who wants to go out every weekend, yet I don't want to make myself a fossil on the shelf either. There's not much space in society for women my age, it seems. We are either desperate to be married, or cougars. Old maids who are of no consequence, or has-beens who were too picky.

I'm neither a cougar, nor desperate. Yet I do want to find a man with whom I can have a lasting relationship, and feel he is my equal both in spirit and expectation. Am I failing myself? Am I the one who is, truly, throwing marbles under her own feet? Like I said, sometimes X doesn't equal X. It's curious, this getting older. I don't know what the future holds for me, it's true. I certainly could not have predicted last year, or even the past 6 months. Nor would I change them. But given my druthers, I don't know if I'd have kept convincing myself that X = X after all.

30 Things To Do Today.

Sometimes the biggest and most charitable things in life doesn't have to be a something you spend years accomplishing. Here's a challenge for you if you dare! Can you change the world in 30 seconds? I don't know if I can, but being through the things we've been through, I think I have an idea.

The upside to this is that all you have to do are 30 things that take 30 seconds each to do that you think will change the world. Here is my list:

Sincerely smile at a person you hate the most.
Publicly apologise for any mistakes you made no matter how small they are.
Forgive the people who wronged you in the past.
Help the elderly or handicap cross the road.
Tell someone how much they mean to you.
Tell your friends you care for them.
Tell the person you love that you love them even if they don't know.
Say "Bless You" when someone sneezes.
Make a promise you know you can keep.
Listen to people.
Say witty one liners that make perfect sense.
Engage in idle talk with the cashier at the supermarket.
Say Grace out loud before eating.
Give a sincere compliment to a friend.
Give money to a person on a street.
Stop and listen to street musicians.
Refill the coffee pot if you're the last person to drink coffee.
Put recyclable junk in their appropiate places.
Put the toilet seat down after use.
Use a breath mint.
Plant a tree.
Switch off the lights in a room you're not using.
Always let someone else take the seat during rush hour.
Put on a condom.
Ask someone how they are doing.
Talk to God.
Say thank you whenever you recieve anything.
Message a friend you haven't talked to in a long time and ask them out for a drink
Sign up for organ donation.
Laugh.

So…who else is up for the challenge?