I (don't) get it...

**WARNING: This post is all over the board. If you can't appreciate A.D.D. (diagnosed. explains so much, eh?) don't read ;)**

I get the phrase "The grass ain't always greener on the other side."

Because it's really not. Case and point: graduating from college and becoming an "adult." So totally over-rated. And I really wish I had realized this prior to graduation. I was the girl that was ready to move on after sophomore year. That's not to say I didn't love college, because I did. Trust me, some day I may get the guts to share some of my crazy stories from nights of a wee bit too much alcohol. Like the fact that I got kicked out of the same bar once a year. I have wonderful memories and even more wonderful friends that I would have never met had I not gone to UD. I was just ready for bigger and better things; or so I thought. And now I am an adult. I pay more bills. I'm rarely home (although my mom (for whatever reason) doesn't agree with that, do you Mom?). And I have to schedule a time to see my friends; as opposed to walking through their front door at all hours of the night. Being an adult is all that bad, but I just wish I had taken the time to live in the moment and enjoy all that college had to offer.

I get why most parents could be out of milk and bread, but by golly that wine fridge WILL be stocked.

I'd love to see statistics for parenthood induced drinking. Sometimes we all need a little somethin' somethin' to take the edge off... no judging here.

I get why some people are obsessive about maintaining a healthy body.

Is it something I will ever do? Probably not, not obsessively at least, given my track record. But I understand it now. Losing weight sucks. Working out sucks. Avoiding all the foods you love SUCKS. But you know what sucks even more? Being fat. Feeling like the world is judging you with every step your jiggly thunder thighs make. That really sucks. So I try to make healthy choices. So my doctor doesn't go into cardiac arrest next time I tell her what I eat in a normal day ;) And I only have 30 or so pounds to lose. I just can't imagine how it is being morbidly obese; and I hope I show a little more compassion to those who are.

I don't get when it became socially acceptable to tell a total stranger they look like death. Really? The glasses on my face should be a pretty clear indication that I have eye sight correction, so I DO know what I look like. I don't need a reminder that road kill has more life to it than I do some days. I don't walk up to random strangers and tell them their outfit makes them looked like a beached whale, so I expect the same respect. Please and thank you.

I don't get the point of the Olympic "sport" (I use that term loosely) curling. Is it like bocce ball on ice? And how does one go about acquiring such a knack for curling? It's just so odd. Twenty bucks says the man I marry is a curling playing paleontologist. Any takers?

I don't get why people put it all out there on facebook. Drama, mundane thoughts, etc. Especially if it involves indirectly telling someone how much you don't like him/her. A HUGE pet peeve of mine. If I cared enough, I'd probably give serious thought to mailing each of my "friends" who fall victim to this a diary. Because really, that's the only appropriate place in which it should be written. Not on a social networking site.

I don't get why the media thinks we (still-- I never did) care about Tiger Woods. I have no more words for this, other than WHO GIVES A FLIP???

And I don't get why some people just can't appreciate sarcasm and honesty. I'm insanely sarcastic (as if you haven't noticed). I'm insanely honest. And sometimes I am labeled an insane b****. An unfortunate misunderstanding, if you ask me.