“Yet if women are so flighty, fickle, changeable, susceptible, and inconstant (as some clerks would have us believe), why is it that their suitors have to resort to such trickery to have their way with them? And why don’t women quickly succumb to them, without the need for all this skill and ingenuity in conquering them? For there is no need to go to war for a castle that is already captured. (…)
Therefore, since it is necessary to call on such skill, ingenuity, and effort in order to seduce a woman, whether of high or humble birth, the logical conclusion to draw is that women are by no means as fickle as some men claim, or as easily influenced in their behaviour. And if anyone tells me that books are full of women like these, it is this very reply, frequently given, which causes me to complain. My response is that women did not write these books nor include the material which attacks them and their morals. Those who plead their cause in the absence of an opponent can invent to their heart’s content, can pontificate without taking into account the opposite point of view and keep the best arguments for themselves, for aggressors are always quick to attack those who have no means of defence. But if women had written these books, I know full well the subject would have been handled differently. They know that they stand wrongfully accused, and that the cake has not been divided up equally, for the strongest take the lion’s share, and the one who does the sharing out keeps the biggest portion for himself.”
I have been having a hard time lately being patient.
And let me tell you, patience is not one of my virtues. I am one of the most impatient people in the world. I will refuse to go in drive-thru at Starbucks if there are more than 3 cars in front of me. I would rather park and go inside as to not wait.
I’m pretty bad.
Right now the biggest obstacle Charles and I are facing is timing.
Charles is 25. His baby clock is ticking.
I am 20. Mine is ticking because of him.
It seems every-time I log onto Facebook or Tumblr, someone is announcing their pregnancy or taking pictures of their child.
And I’m like. -__________-
Emery is unamused.
I realize that everything is in God’s timing, we cannot control anything in this life but I am so tired of always being told to wait.
I want the nice house that people my age have, I want the wedding band on my finger, I want a baby.
I’m tired of this worrying about if Charles is going to deploy. I’m tired of worrying if he’s going to be given new orders and moved and I’m not going to be able to do anything about it.
I’m tired of renting and living in this crappy townhouse that I HATE with an absolute passion. It’s in a crappy area and it’s ugly and we’re paying WAY too much for it.
I’m tired of ALWAYS being broke. We can litterally never catch a break. Which I guess would be much worse with a child, but still. Anytime anything good happens to us, we’re just set 10 steps backwards again. It’s frustrating and heart breaking and I’m so sick of it.
But what can I do? Absolutely nothing.
And that’s the hardest part.
I cannot do anything to change it. I know that I have to wait.
And we all know how good I am at that.
I love country music.
Honestly, I think it is the greatest music ever. It talks about life, love, and evrythign in between.
Granted I’m sure my taste in country music is not considered true country music, since I love the new things, but let me just say… I love my country.
So whether or not you care, here’s my list of top favorites right now…
Cruise- Florida Georgia Line
Why Wait- Rascal Flatts
Honey Bee- Blake Shelton
Hard to Love- Lee Brice
Who are you when I’m not looking- Blake Shelton
Fastest Girl in Town- Miranda Lambert
Better Dig Two- The Band Perry
Beer Money- Kip Moore
Springsteen- Eric Church
I like Girls who Drink Beer- Toby Keith