Dealing with people is a funny thing. In the last few months, I've had to tackle some of the most frustrating forms of humanity possible, and goodness knows I'm not exactly the most patient in situations such as these. The least of which being customers who come to the hotel; the men who think they're just so dashing and witty. No, I would not like to give you my number. No I would not like to come to your room for a drink. I'm not sure when exactly deer hunters got the idea that coming in at all hours of the night after hunting all day--dirty, smelly and invariably drunk--is attractive to women.
Not to mention those that I actually know who are giving me grief. You know how you think certain personalities are only contrived in Hollywood? Oh no, they exist. And how. I am almost at the point of giving up on this generation of men. No, maybe therein lies the problem. Guys have lost the ability to mature into men at the age for which it is proper. There are still so many boys out there in men's bodies, without the slightest motivation to live up to their potential. Obviously there are exceptions to this. End rant.
In thinking about all of the things that happened in 2008, I am encouraged to think about what could happen in 2009.
Not that anything particularly wonderful or exciting occurred in '08, but there was so much change. And right now, change is something I crave, almost constantly. I am not unhappy. I don't lock myself up in my room to bemoan all of my misfortunes, because there's nothing to bemoan.
2008 was a year of growing, in so many different ways. Not only did it bring my second semester at LU, and all of the situations I was required to deal with there, but also having to face the fact that I wouldn't be returning in the fall, that I would be moving back home, that I had to go back to a place and situation I'd never thought to be in again.
God has something in store for me, though I haven't the foggiest what it may be. 2009 could be another year of great change, and I'm sure that my learning experiences are in no way even close to being over.
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Yes, boys grow into men at a very slow pace. Thus why I married a man 8 years my senior. His hair is graying before mine, but you know what? It's wonderful. :) Hang in there, there are a few good young men who are more mature than their peers at younger ages. The ones who are in their 30's and 40's (or, eh, 50's and 60's...) and are hitting on you are just plain creepy. No amount of maturity is gonna help them out. You have mace, right??
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