Continuing...

Blogging has always been something I've been considering. I've enjoyed putting out my thoughts and dreams for the world to see....although then it was Xanga and it was highschool...neverless, I think I'm going to give the blogging idea the old college try.

I haven't quite decided the proper delivery I'm aiming for, or the audience I'm seeking, but I'm convinced that will develop over time. For now, just a bit about me.

I'm a 20-something living on my own in the beautiful city of St. Louis. I'm a recent college grad. I have a career, not just a job, for which I'm incredibly thankful. I'm an engineer, a former sorority girl, and I live in a gorgeous historical neighborhood. All in all, I feel my life is pretty..average.

But according to Facebook, it couldn't be further from. I'm not engaged, or married. And that's ok! I don't have a child. I'm not unemployed. And I don't party 5 nights a week in Vegas or LA. But really, who wants to be average anyway?

Moving to a new city has brought about a range of emotions I never expected. I'm listening to Airplanes - B.O.B. ft. Hayley Williams.  The core of the lyrics strike what I'm feeling. The hours sitting alone in my apartment have made me think, and analysis, the friendships and relationships I've left by the roadside over the years. I believe that sometimes friendships come to a natural ending, but I can't help but wonder if I've left them prematurely.  My constant search to find myself, see the world, experience everything life has to offer, has made me neglect people I've left behind.

Ever wonder if the people you remember....if you come to their mind too?

20-something

So now that I feel that I'm officially a 20-something who feels lost in life, it seems only fair that I need a blog.

Today, of course, I'm wondering if there is such things as common values. Maybe kids today don't grow up learning lessons, like don't steal, don't cheat, eat your veggies. The most shocking part of college, to this day, is the lack of kindess exhibited in most people.

Don't get me wrong, I don't expect for a world of sunshine and rainbows. But when you get the feeling someone's just trying to sabotage your innocently hopeful day, I must wonder why. I like to think I'm a nice girl. I smile at people, I say hello, pick up things people have dropped. Why does it seem like an open invitation to get walked all over?

What gets me most are the small things. You don't like my research, but is that an invite for insult?

Sometimes I just wish I got the respect I feel like I just might deserve.

Right?