Organized Sports and Growing Up
I don't enjoy football. Obviously it's okay that other people do. But I really dislike it. I don't like the noise. I don't like that there is no way of knowing how long it will or won't last. I don't like how people get so worked up over it when it has no consequence or effect on their life. I don't enjoy it when people post things on social networks about how they don't like fans of certain teams because being a fan of that team makes you a terrible person. I don't like that people who are fans of certain teams refer to that team as, "we." (Example: "we did pretty well this time around but we really need to work on our defense. Really?) I don't appreciate the fact that the money spent on football could most likely solve world hunger.
Wanna know what I pay attention to if I ever find myself in the situation of watching football?
The pep band. And BYU's sounds great.
Here are some things I've learned from being a grown-up thus far:
-I don't think I'll ever actually feel grown up.
-You cannot go with the cheap brand as far as lotion, saran wrap, tin foil and garbage bags go.
-As it turns out, on your hands and knees, with a rag and a bucket of hot soapy Dawn water is really the ONLY way to properly clean a floor.
- Life seems to have much more value when you're regularly talking to your parents, instead of getting caught up in "too busy" to give them a call.
-Once you have your own place, decorations and furniture suddenly...matter. In an astounding way.
-Being married to a man who would do anything for you is really the only way to do marriage.
-Speak kindly. The way you say something matters just as much, if not more, than what's actually being said.
-If you want to do something with your hair, but don't think you can pull it off - DO IT ANYWAY. I'm serious. In the words of Regina Spektor, "it always grows back; hair grows even after you're dead."
Have a happy. The weekend isn't quite over yet!