I want to do so many things but I also want to take a nap

I remember during a sleepover at my house once one of my friends and I couldn’t sleep so we went downstairs to eat toasted pandesal with butter and sugar and talked about boys in whispers because we were guilty Catholic girls and it was such a bonding experience.

I’ve got a lot of things in my head and I don’t know where they came from

Someone flew in from the North Carolina office today because someone asked if I could train them for three days and I’m nervous because people assume I know things 😐

So like… why are so many guys I know “idea men” with complete lack of planning skills. Like they’ll come up with an awesome event and be like “yeah it’ll run itself” while I’m over here with a constant mental checklist of what needs to be done in every single aspect of my life and I end up having to be the one to babysit them and remind them or make them aware of what actually needs to be done in order for things to happen.

Once I helped plan a tailgate but didn’t worry too much about details, just money since I was treasurer, not the president and that was not my job. So the day before, I asked, “Are we ready for tomorrow?”

“Yeah pretty much we just need to show up, it’ll basically run itself.”

“Okay cool. So who’s picking up the SUV and bringing all the games? Did you ask if we can borrow the car? Do people know where to meet? Did you send out an email with all the other info? How are we getting this other stuff to that place?”

“….. Yes.”

And then day of I was the one making sure all the food was being replenished, people knew where the drinks were, trash bags weren’t flying away, everyone had their tickets, everything was organized and people were having fun until all of a sudden I had a breakdown in the back of the car (maybe partially because I drank waaaay too much vodka straight from the bottle) because I was short one ticket for someone and didn’t know where I had placed it. I felt like I had failed for missing a detail.

Meanwhile some of these guys are So Proud of their IDEAS and have no clue how to execute them and don’t even realize that other people are putting in the work. Women somehow get roped into DOING the ideas that they didn’t even sign up for and suddenly I’m the one cooking the entire brunch that I didn’t invite people over for while he picks up the unnecessary stuff that he wants and believes that he has extra time until oh no! People have shown up and I am running around the kitchen when I said we should get an earlier start to the day.

Shit, I have ideas too, but I know realistic limitations, my schedule, and priorities. I don’t tout my ideas like I’m brilliant and I think. things. through. Is this feasible? Is it worth the effort? Do I have the TIME and sanity?? Maybe it’s also because I’m kind of an anxious person and want to plan for every situation. Maybe I’m just naturally more detail-oriented, I don’t know.

And yes, ideas are great! I appreciate creativity and the need to have fun! I don’t want to put people down for that. But how did I become responsible for someone else’s ideas?? Think of the logistics, follow through with your own plans, and at the very least be aware of the extra work that other people are putting in for you.

claroquequiza:

Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT

(via iasg)