Sweet Things

So I went to get breakfast at Sprinkles a little while ago with a couple friends and I never thought that I'd buy into all the hype that surrounded it. I mean, really. It's only a cupcake. What's the big deal? But, one bite of that tiny cupcake was all I needed to be hooked. It's incredibly moist and the cupcake in itself doesn't make you feel like you're biting into a big batch of sugar. The cream cheese frosting was so creamy and, really, is there any need to explain cream cheese frosting? It's absolutely the best.

To top it all off, the cupcake was paired with a steaming cup of coffee that did not need any cream or sugar because the roast in itself was incredibly rich with flavor. The tab was a bit expensive for only one cupcake with a cup of coffee, but it definitely is a treat to indulge in every once in a while.

While we enjoyed our breakfast on the little ledge that Sprinkles provides, I noticed someone familiar waiting in the long line that usually reaches the end of the block. With a quick double take, I realize that she's a girl I went to Junior High with. These are the moments that I dread--running into people from the past that you did not particularly get along with. While Junior High is bad enough, what with it being your most awkward stage as you pretend to be "hot shit" while in fact, you're still barely entering PG-13 movies without your parents' consent, it doesn't help having girls who's mission is to make your life miserable. And when I say miserable, I mean it in the deepest sense: these girls had nothing better to do than to criticize everything about you--clothes, schoolwork, looks, body, personality, etc., so that you end up constantly judging your own self-worth. All while pretending to be your best friend and smiling whenever a camera came close. (And while some may think "who cares", was anything more important in Junior High than to be liked by everyone? Yeah, I didn't think so)

But considering that's in the past, this girl came up to me and we exchanged friendly hello's, talked about how school was, and asked if we talked to anyone from Junior High. The more we talked, the easier it was to forget about some of the things she did, making me question if that experience was as bad as I thought. Looking back, regardless of a specific group of girls, I did end up creating meaningful friendships. And I did ultimately end up growing out of my awkward phase, kind of, and find my self-worth, or at least some of it. All in all, the moment that I have been so dreading wasn't that bad at all. I mean, even she seems more calm and less egotistical. I guess we all grew up from then.

Or not.

Bitch.

Rescue Spoon

It's strange how, when I was younger, I used to think that people got married immediately after entering college. That people found their one, true love in their first college class and by the end of the year, a proposal should occur. That "The One" would come sweep me off my feet and rescue me from my single life, or whatever they're supposed to do. I guess that's the naivete that every child has after watching Disney Princess movies. But even as I've grown out of that thought, I still think that I have a very naive thought of how my future husband, marriage, life will turn out.

I only got to thinking about this after my cousin picked me up to go to the Melting Pot last week. It was a "Girl's Night Out" kind of a thing, and we started to talk about relationships and whatnot. Then, my cousin says something on the lines of "I'm going to do whatever my husband says. I'm going to just follow whatever his choices are". Like I said, something on the lines of that. But that statement struck strange to me. For me, especially in this day and age, women can make their own choices, follow their own paths, without having to perpetually be one step behind their husband. But is it a naive thought to want to be independent first and then find someone to love? Even today, as my dad drove me back to school, I made a comment that I wanted to live in one of the houses in Bel Air. He told me to study hard and find a smart husband who would be able to support me. I know that I'm not going to a good school just to find a husband, and that's not what I believe that he was insinuating. But, he definitely was getting at the fact that my husband should ultimately make more money than me and be in control of the relationship. While I argued that I would support myself with or without a husband, is that only a doe-eyed, puppy dog thought? Is it possible to have a relationship in which the woman is the more dominating force without putting a strain in the relationship or are there really different gender roles that need to be fulfilled?

I guess it's only a thought. I mean, it's not like I'm really looking for "The One" right now.

Sorry Mom.

Our Basic Necessity

I don't think there's anything that brings people together like food does. It is the one thing that ties everyone together. I mean, it can't really be a coincidence that every time you go out with your friends, you're thinking of what to eat or drink. Any proper first date deals with two people heading to a restaurant. After a college graduation, students head over to their favorite restaurants, in order to help cure the hangover from the night before, their last night partying as a college student. Every event is normally sealed with the act of serving food. It's such a bonding experience: nothing is better than sitting around a table with the people you love, or for that moment endure, chatting about current events. It's probably around a dinner table or at a restaurant where you learn the most about the people you're with.

I usually eat the most around my two best friends, Hidy and Grace. Considering we all go to different schools, finding time to meet and catch up usually involves us going out to a restaurant. I think it was just recently that we realized HOW much we actually do eat. Eating is our life.