One thing that happens quite a big with guys following your social media account that are essentially strangers, is the assumptions they make.
I've certainly learned to take these assumptions with a grain of salt, some of them are insulting, but now I just find them humorous and ignorant. The latest and greatest was not degrading, thank goodness, but was an assumption that was certainly a first. After I returned to the States from Spain, I posted some of my usual selfies, and received a couple compliments from a guy I used to talk to solely on Snapchat when I lived in South Carolina. This lad, struck up a flirty conversation, no different from interactions with him; he teased about how he would love to take me on a date if I lived in South Carolina. Well, at this point anyone that knows me, distance isn't an end-all-be-all.
So, naturally, I responded with, pick a place and we can meet there. He took this to mean that I was going to buy his ticket, I assume the accommodations, and possibly whatever we were to do together... I'm sorry what? Aren't you the guy? More time what?. He said, "you would have to get me or something to that effect." My response was: I'm not made of money. I'm unemployed. And it's like that was the most shocking thing I could have ever said. "Then how are you traveling all over the world?" I almost didn't respond. I was in awe. How many people have drawn this conclusion? I'm not some fortunate little white girl that took a break from real life on Daddy's credit card. I worked my ass off. I worked at least two to three jobs at a time, long nights, on calls, difficult requirements, I made sacrifices. I Double coupons, I said no to brunch and outings and reservations. I shopped second hand or not at all. I wore clothes until they went out of style and back in style again. I brought my lunch to work. I mean the list is endless. But what I did not do is take a break from life because it was handed to me or because I just have it like that. Anything you want in life, for the most part, is obtainable, it just takes a hell of a lot of work to get it. And most people aren't willing to make the sacrifices to do it. To get a job that's going to allow you to have the time off, or be willing to let go of said job to give yourself the time off. To forfeit concerts and music festivals and road trips. To change clothes in the car leaving one shift to start another ... the American dream is whatever you want it to be. And one thing I learned by going abroad was life becomes what you value and what you set as a priority. If money, in any currency is it, then work will obtain, train, and own you. But if adventure, self-discovery, creating your purpose, is it, then you work with your dreams instead of for someone else's specifically the person that hired you. I'm not trying to be dramatic or overzealous or snooty or however this can come off through these written words. I'm just trying to say that enjoying what you wanted as a reality is so much sweeter when it is the fruition of Blood Sweat and Tears that you did with a Little Help from your friends. Anyone in my close tribe of Warriors, knows that. And they all would find it hysterical for someone to think I had Daddy's Money to be able to do anything my soul truly desired. Some people have that luxury and good for them I hope that they fully appreciate and soak up the opportunities that presents, but for those of us that have two hustle with arm muscle, I salute to that! Also, any guy is tripping to think that I would bring him on a trip before any of my besties. Those girls work so freaking hard and are there on the clock. So if I were to take anyone with me he would certainly have to get in line. My best friend just started a blog, just finished an internship that was full time for free, is working 40 hours at management level in what she's held that position for over 5 years, and started a new position which is emotionally taxing at least 20 hours of week that will continue to build. Not to mention, she has a boyfriend and two cats at home. My sister, lives in her dream city, with a best friend at home, two dogs, a full-time job she is held for over 4 years and it's quite prestigious, and a part-time job enhancing her skills as a sign language interpreter, while studying and preparing for the state sign language licensure exam. My previous boss is a single mother of two boys that are both heavily involved in extra curricular activities. Her support for them in every imaginable way, contributes to their extreme success and potential scholarships. Not to mention she is the executive director of an agency to serve adults and children with special needs, rescued two abused dogs, and is one of the greatest friends any person could ask for. You would never guess their pages from reading the cover.
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