So after reading a multitude of depressing Facebook statuses, tweets, and hearing girls complain nonstop, I thought I needed to ask something. Well, actually a few somethings.  Why is it that if a guy is single he is looked at as a lucky bachelor who is perfectly normal, but when a girl is single she's either a crazy cat woman, something is wrong with her, or she has to be depressed?  Why do girls feel like without a relationship their life isn't complete? 

Girls grow up thinking that they have to find a boyfriend, they have to have a guy's attention, and they have to get married.  It's actually all confusing to me.  I see half of my friends in relationships who are miserable, but they still feel like they need that guy because they don't know who they are without him.  If they could just be single for a while, they might see that it's actually a pretty cool thing.  If you're single you can find out who you are, you can grow up and have friends, you can focus on work and school, instead of if your boyfriend's going to get mad because you didn't text him back.  

So many girls underestimate their selves and put so much effort into finding the "right guy" that they lose who they are and they underachieve.  Why wouldn't you want to focus on yourself, make yourself awesome, and then after that if you still really want a guy in your life date someone? 

I'm not saying relationships are a bad thing because they aren't, but so many people-- girls especially, feel like something is wrong with them if they aren't in a relationship.  Be happy with yourself and be awesome, stop worrying about getting a guy's attention. 

Before I start telling you about yesterday, let me just say that it was a complete fail.  I was supposed to meet a new person and talk to them, but it didn't happen.  

I woke up yesterday morning, excited that I was going to find my first person to interview.  I even got ready in less than an hour, but then had to wait on Tiffany to do all sorts of things.  Once she was done, we decided we needed food, so we ate Moe's, and since neither of us had ever been to Cupcake, we thought we would try it.

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My vanilla cupcake was okay, but I saw on the board that on Sundays they have pink lemonade cupcakes, so I definitely need to go back on Sunday-- good thing I'm off. Tiffany had the red velvet cupcake and liked it; although she did have some trouble eating it. We also decided to do some shopping, and then meet with Rosie for dinner, Moe's once again. Which was awesome because I hadn't seen Rosie in like a year even if I had seen Moe's less than a few hours before. Then after dinner we attempted to look for a homeless person. 

We circled around Marion Square twice and saw a few people who could have been homeless, but I didn't know for sure, and how awkward would it be if I were to approach someone and ask them if they were homeless if they weren't. Then we went down to Market street, but had no luck there either. With texts from my mom telling me to stop looking for a homeless person and a cranky Tiffany, I decided I would give up for now and come back down later at night. Of course, as we start driving I see two guys, which I've seen before, who are definitely homeless, but I'm in a car and have nowhere to park so that doesn't help much. After I drop Tiffany off I figured I could get Wade to help me find someone, but that was another fail, he didn't want to.  

Like I said, completely unsuccessful day.  Except for the fact that I went to Cupcake for the first time and got a new purse.  I also found out my dad broke his kneecap, but we won't get into that story, that's just craziness. Hopefully next time I try, I'll be successful.  

So, as I stood at the front desk of my job staring at the computer screen, I decided I wanted to start a blog. I've attempted writing blogs in the past, but failed each time-- I bored myself I couldn't imagine anyone else reading it.  Overjoyed that I had just come up with a genius idea, I turned to a co-worker sharing with him that I was going to start a blog.  When he asked me what I was going to write about, my excitement turned into frustration.  I realized my life consisted of work, school, and hanging out with my friends and family-- nothing to exciting happening.  I left work that night still confused as to what I was going to write about, but as I was driving home I passed a guy pushing his bicycle down the sidewalk.  My first thought was "Why is he pushing his bicycle?" but my second thought was an idea.  If I put two of my favorite things together, meeting new people and writing, I could write a blog about meeting new people.  I don't know one person who doesn't enjoy making a story for someone that they see.  When I'm driving down the road and I see the guy pushing his bicycle, I wonder why he's pushing his bicycle. So, I make up a story for him in my head.  But what if I didn't have to make up the story.  What if I could go to him and ask him, learn his story, and share with other people.  I'm not saying that it's guaranteed to be exciting, because maybe his legs just got tired and he wanted to walk, and that's it, but at least I can say I know why. 

Each week, I will randomly pick someone I feel I want to know about and talk to them, at least try.  I'm sure some will refuse to talk to me, and I'm sure I'll talk to people and find them completely and utterly boring, but I will try my best to not bore myself nor anyone else. 

**Also I hope you have your speakers on because awesome music is playing** 

Thank you!