This is about how far I get before Google-mapping:
We were talking and the subject came up on what I could write about this week on the blog. Jen reads this thing just like you and as a weird, kind-of-egotistical-parting-gift, I decided she had fair game to decide what could be discussed this week. Because everything in life is relatable to this blog. Hence the title.
Group Blog Brainstorm
We actually were having a hard time choosing one subject ironically. It was a group of us, Jen, Maggie, Danielle and Mike, Jen's boyfriend--all huddled around a cozy (re: barely lit) table in our local favorite pub, the Hobnob. Some things you should know about this gaggle of people: all the women in the group have known each other since when we were at least 15 years old. I've known Danielle longer since we used to play youth soccer together, so there's a good decade or so of history and awkward teenage moments to go around the table whenever we get together. For example, these are also the group of friends that I first came out to, but that's another story for later when I have nothing else to write about.
The conversation was all over the place, as it rightfully should be; it ranged from awkward social moments in our day to day life (apparently, straight women could be sexist towards other straight women in the workforce), to the London Riots, the story about the couple that foreclosed on Bank of America, the porn industry's distribution of mock-blockbuster movies, how the economy probably just destroyed anyone who is about to turn 65's retirement into a pile of poo over two days, and then came the candle moment.
The Candle Moment
Towards the end of the evening, conversation had been dwindling down. You can always tell when dinner conversation is dying off: the people around the table start noticing the objects on the table, as if for the first time. Not to say that this is a bad thing--actually, I like this part of any dinner I've been out on. The feeling of having accomplished something together, albeit eating and talking, is fulfilling and rest/bed is once again earned for the night.
Anyway, Maggie had noticed the candle in front of her, which she readily blew out. She then noticed the candle in between Mike and I, two seats down. It unanimously became clear to us all: Maggie had to blow out this candle from across two tables. And we could not leave until Maggie had blown out the candle.
It was a far reach, but it seemed like the perfect "finisher" of the night for Maggie to knock this sucker out--an achievable goal we could all vicariously enjoy, and thus fulfill our night's end further.
We braced ourselves.
How quickly the mighty hath fallen.
You know those evil weeble-wobble toys? Maggie had just met her match (ha) with an evil-weeble-wobble candle.
But that didn't mean she stopped.
You get Maggie onto something She Finishes That Something.
I think we all kind of felt bad.
Maggie had practically made herself faint for the "group" effort.
But, you know humans: once they are convinced a certain task must be completed for happiness, they will actually encourage pain/or lack of oxygen to achieve that goal.
Kind of like heading off to Grad School for a Ph.D, right Jen? And oh, if I haven't already officially said it yet, GOOD LUCK! I'm sure you'll do amazing.
In fact, I have faith you will kick The Science's ass.
But, just know it's ok if you sometimes feel overwhelmed or like you can't get through it.
Because life is filled with bitchy candles.
But we're here, ready to lend a helping hand (or at least, Danielle was).
So you can blow that sucker out.