The meaning of life

How many times has the question, "What's the meaning of life? Why are we here on this earth?" been asked?

Has anyone ever gotten an answer?

Here's mine: to create happiness

I can't figure out the overall picture - life advances... Towards what? We work to make the world go 'round,  to help others (some, and not enouh in my opinion) and to advance our technologies, all for the improvement of our quality of life. Do you agree? So shouldn't what we strive for daily be happiness? After all, doesn't the highest quality of life in most ways equate to complete happiness? And if that's the case, why can't we do the simplest thing to achieve this daily; smile.

Now I ask you, why are so many living their lives willingly unhappy? Is it to make others happy? I feel like happiness should have a rule similar to oxygen masks on airplanes - you must apply yours before helping others.

#1 Date Substance Abuse

Photography: Verabanana on deviantart

Let's set the mentality of the scene: freshman year of college, newly single (out of a two year relationship) and open to dating a variety of guys.

The Meet-Cute: Dressed like the "mean girls" in Jingle Bell Rock attire (leaving a movie themed Christmas party) four of the five roommates arrive at a birthday/Christmas party of a high school friend of the Glendale roommates. To the non-college eye, we probably looked like (and smelled like) baby prostitutes - like the reference? Already "loosened up" from our first stop, I begin wandering and introducing myself. I happen upon this cute blonde with green eyes (surprised?) and sit down to talk to him. We end up kissing (stupid alcohol) and then I backtrack and he gets my number. We decide a date is in order.

The Date: He decided dinner and a movie, so Pei Wei (let's be nice and say he paid) and then to Harkins. We get to the theater and he parks. I go to grab my purse and open the door but stop when he says wait and reaches into the back part of the cab of his truck. He pulls out a beer and chugs it. Who does this?! More over, he doesn't offer me one! Is this date so horrible you need to chug a beer to get through a movie? As I'm staring at him in disbelief he then proceeds to reach into his center console and pull out a bag of weed. This time he asks if I want to share. I tell him no, and watch him further flush himself down the toilet. Against my better judgement, I don't call anyone to have them pick me up, instead I sit next to the stoned alcoholic and watch Blood Diamond.

Needless to say, that was a date not even worth an ounce of my energy.

Look forward to the next date blog: your nickname is killing this date

New style for my blog?

So, the past few days at work I've had a regular visitor. He has slyly hit on me, has an impeccable memory and is mentally ill. He has a kind soul; we usually talk for a bit when he stops by on his way to work. These types of people seem to find me and latch on. They'll talk forever! It makes me wonder if maybe I should look into special education (as suggested by my test results from the SII).

Through the winding way that thoughts travel, I landed at all of the INCREDIBLY awkward dates I've gone on. So, then I started thinking recounting these would probably be hilarious as a blog... For everyone else at least. My only issue is what order to write them in - if I go chronologically that I'll miss some and have to go back. It's decided. They'll be random. Let the madness begin!