After explaining the title of this blog in the “Why Barbie” section, I want to elaborate on the perfectionist characteristic that I alluded to. So, confession, I am an obsessive perfectionist. Lots of people say that about themselves, and many mean it but I take it to a whole other level. Perfectionist doesn’t even cover it…obsessive needs to preface it. Let me illustrate: My apartment is always clean, my closet is organized by color and season, my shoe boxes are all lined up according to brand (the Louboutins in front obviously—we will get to my severe shopping problem later), I buy fresh flowers every two weeks for my apartment, and my bathroom looks like a hotel bathroom with freshly rolled white towels pretty much at all times. See, whole other level. Clearly I am OCD, I have a shopping problem but no money to support my habit (weird how that hasn’t stopped me), and most importantly, my expectations for life are clearly unrealistic. Because, well....nothing is perfect. So even though I sound insane (because, well, I am) I get a little comfort from the fact that at least I know it and can admit it.
Now the perfect Barbie dream apartment described above was incredibly hard to find but eventually I found it and I am in heaven. I have floor to ceiling windows, exposed duct work, tract lighting, granite countertops, a huge tub and separate glass shower—ok I will just post pictures one day, a description is just going to bore anyone who is actually reading this. Just to reiterate, I am 26....I have NO money. This apartment is so unnecessary. What is my problem???
Anywayyy, I felt it was necessary to describe myself a little bit in an effort to explain the title of the blog and to sort of illustrate what is forthcoming which is that just like finding my Barbie Dream apartment took me 3 months….My Barbie dream expectations for men are not any more realistic. Shock. This means that clearly, let me say again, clearly these expectations are not going to be met by any guy. However, because of these expectations and the type of person I am, my life is kind of a gorgeous mess. But don’t get me wrong it is a M-E-S-S!!!
You know after you go shopping and your new stuff is all over the place and there are bags, tags, tissue paper, boxes and new clothes and shoes everywhere? Clearly your room is a mess, BUT have you ever noticed how pretty the mess is? Its because it’s a mess of gorgeous new things….No? You’ve never thought that? Did I mention my shopping problem? Anyway, I feel like that is my life, a pretty mess (most of the time). Don’t get me wrong…there are times where my life is just a crappy mess…Oh, you will see. However, most of the time my life is made up of lots of nice pretty parts that end up making a HUGE MESS which just makes it worse and super frustrating.
So anyway, I hope that you will find my life and dating stories as entertaining as my friends and family do…and regardless I think it will be helpful for me to write this stuff down and hopefully have people read and even maybe comment. Currently, I am treating this as a journal to occupy my time so I stop thinking about a certain guy you will be hearing about shortly. So there you have it. That’s why this Barbie is writing this blog. I hope you enjoy it.
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