2006

It’s nice to know that some of the things that were true at 23, are still true at 29. Although at 29 I have become so used to hearing the phrases listed below, they no longer agitate me. What agitates me these days is when the the man across from me asks …

“Anne, how is it you’re still single?”

What follows is my stand out blog post from 2006. I remember the events that inspired it well.

The place was at the Pizza Cafe at the Schonell Theatre, and the people were a group of newly found friends and fellow social work students. Over pizza and beers I bonded with an amazing woman who would later become the flatmate that famously proclaimed – “Annie, you know I never liked him. His shoes were much too pointy. You just can’t trust a man with shoes that pointy”.

(I have also snuck in a second post that amused me greatly, never a truer word was spoken)

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Club Single

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Recently I have been coming to grips with the fact that it is ok to be long term single. And that the reason  I feel bad about it sometimes is the result of a cultural expectation that we should be experiencing a multitude of intimate, sexual relationships in our late teens and early twenties. Because I don’t experience this, I am made to feel that I have ‘missed out’ on something and therefore there must be something wrong with me.

There is nothing wrong with me.

These days instead of feeling sad about being single, I feel angry that I feel sad about being single. It has been an interesting personal development.

I have been discussing these issues with fellow ‘true blue’ singletons (1) and many of them agree with me on some level. But what I have found most amusing in discussions with my ‘peeps’ is what people say to console us about being single.

I present this list on behalf of single people everywhere, it is a list of the incredibly useless and patronising things people say to us. This list is by no means definitive, so please, feel free to add more in the comments section.

  • Don’t worry, you’ll find someone.
  • Perhaps your standards are too high.
  • It’s just not your time yet.
  • You’ll find someone when you least expect it.
  • There is someone very special for you out there.
  • We need to find you a man. NB: this statement is often followed by the threat of the set-up.
  • When you’re not looking for someone, that’s when you’ll find them.
  • You just need to be more confident in yourself.
  • Perhaps you’re just not putting yourself out there.

To those who are part of the supportive friendship networks of single people everywhere – when single people bitch and moan about being single, and we do do this when under the influence of alcohol, please don’t say these things. They don’t make us feel any better. What we really want is validation. We want to bitch about the total utter lack of prospectives or, as my mother would argue, that all the people we’re interested in must have some kind of mental defect because they are not interested in us.

We do not want suggestions that indicate that being single is our fault, that there is something wrong with us, that we’re not trying or that we’re too stupid to ‘find someone’ by ourselves. No one can control attraction and the way others feel, and being single because you just want to be with someone you like and are attracted to, is not a bad thing. Most single people these days don’t need to ‘date’ someone for companionship. We have  friends, and I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m flat out finding time for them, let alone finding time for some unknown entity of the opposite sex.

*cough*

I will end this rant for now, but this is something that has been on my mind lately and I feel it needs to be said, even if it is just on a two-bit personal blog.

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(1) ‘true blue’ singletons – individuals who have been single for one year or longer. This term excludes interlopers rebounding from previous relationships who fall straight into new ones.

Sage Advice

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“When you meet someone, who you like right away and you think is the best person you have ever met – don’t fuck it up!” - Emily, a fellow social work student.

2005

When I began this retrospective blogging activity I thought it would be a fun opportunity to look back on my twenties. But it has actually turned out to be quite confronting. Not only have I been reliving the fun moments, I have also been reliving the confusing and painful ones. And I’m beginning to notice some patterns.

It would seem that I have a compulsion for change and the drama it brings. And every year I manage to generate some. Even if they don’t seem that big and crazy to others, they’re always big and crazy for me.

2005 was no different. I got my first full-time job, had my first share house experience go pear-shaped and then I threw in the towel and moved back home to go back to uni. Seven years later I can say that this was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, but at the time I was in a total muddle. And from reading my blog entries, it all feels so eerily familiar.

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07 October 2005

A lot can happen in a week.

It was indeed a crazee week. This week I became resolved to leave my job, then freaked out about what I was going to do w my life, felt like I had gone full circle back to how I felt in April and then I discovered the perfect uni course, then came to the realisation that if I got into this course I would have to move home, then I talked myself into believing that it wouldn’t be that bad. I also went shopping.

The Scary Stuff

  • I might not get in.
  • If I do get in, I will not be able to work for the first 6 months of next year.
  • I will have to rely on Centrelink, again.
  • I might not get Centrelink. tw
  • I will have to move home.
  • If I don’t get in, I will have to get a new job.
  • I am almost positive QTAC has gotten more confusing in the past 5 years.
  • I will have 3 Bachelors Degrees.
  • I will have to try and save money over Xmas.

The Good Stuff

  • I might get in.
  • This degree gives me a qualification which, over time, will allow me to work in areas of health and public policy that I am interested in and will point me in the right long term direction.
  • I will have 3 Bachelors Degrees, by the time I am 25. Not too shaby.
  • Mummy said I could get a kitten*.
  • I won’t be alone, there are others who will be potentially going back to the westside and studying again.
  • If I move home, I will have a swimming pool and air con and no electricity bills.
  • My parents will get off my back for two years.
  • I will get to use my brain again!! :) This is probably the best part. I am scared that it is shrinking in through lack of use.

So fingers crossed for Anney.

* This may be because she knows I will get depressed moving back home, and a kitten will cheer me up.

2004

2004 was a year of firsts. I moved out of home, finished my first couple of Bachelor’s degrees, bought my first PDA, and went to my first (and only) Supernova. It was also the year I bought my first domain name and with the help of a particularly nerdy friend, self-hosted a blog. That domain name was, of course, boo-yah.net

Sadly, the once well loved domain is no longer mine and all of my not so wise words from that year sit nestled in a word document on my hard drive. And having just read them, I think that’s definitely a good thing. Here are two entries from ’04 that amused me. You will note their general lack of coherence, which was typical of my posts that year.

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31 July 2004

Smelly House

Empty house, full of notes, stinky like beer. It wasn’t even a late night. In bed by 1. I am at a loss as to what it will be like tonight when god know’s how many people will be over for drinkie poos. I have no idea where they will sit. Yikes.

I think the house has developed an unnatural obsession with blu-tac. Myself included. It’s the greatest invention since the wheel and post-its. As there are no hooks in this house, I have to lean pictures up against walls and stabilise them with blu-tac, its not a perfect system but it works. Did you know that blu-tac can also be used to attach souvenier tea towels to walls? So versatile.

. . . . . I am so stealing my parents steam mop.

02 August 2004

Blu-tac, why have you forsaken me??

Posters are falling down all over the shop. I had forgotten how fickle a mistress blu-tac really is. woe.

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2003

Somewhere between 2002 and 2003, I went from a Blogger powered Angelfire website to LiveJournal. Remember LiveJournal? It wasn’t quite a blogging platform, it pre-dated MySpace and in some bizarre twist of digital fate, it still exists. My favourite LiveJournal feature was choosing an animated icon depicting my current mood to sit alongside each post. None of this having to use words to describe how I felt crap. Those were the days.

2003 was another big year of drinking, studying and hanging out with newly found friends, which is pretty much all I wrote about. Mostly using bullet points. Somewhere amidst all of the rambling and recounting of drunken shenanigans long since forgotten, I found this entry. Even though it gets a bit pathetically melodramatic at the end, the truth is I still wonder these things sometimes. And I still listen to Frankie Goes to Hollywood.

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anne ([info]jasper_sun) wrote,
2003-04-18 17:19:00

  • Current mood:  contemplative
  • Current music: Frankie Goes To Hollywood – Relax

There Comes A Time In A Young *coughs* Girls Life When She Begins To Wonder . . .

. . . what exactly was she doing on a v slow boat full of underaged debators eating weiner auderves.

. . . why is it she always seems to have a pen for random strangers to write down other peoples numbers

. . . how hard can it be to find four/five people at one o’clock in the morning around the deserted convention center.

. . . where the hell her low-key black bra went to, and why do 40+ yr old men have to lear so.

. . . why is it that there are boys which make more attractive women than her.

. . . how come the 8-ball told her that it was unlikely that she will ever find someone.

. . . how hard can it be to like her. even just for a little while. even she likes herself sometimes.

. . . why do people keep throwing packets of m+ms at her.

. . . how is it that she ate so much chocolate today.

. . . why can’t things be easier than they are.

. . . why should she even bother.

and now . . . to sleep.

2002

The year I first began blogging was my second year of university and my first foray into having a reasonably extensive group of friends that I enjoyed drinking with. As such, my blog posts from this time mostly consist of bitching about a reception job, studying biochemistry, internet quizzes, photos of my pets, and detailed recounts of evenings spent drinking.

It also seemed to be the year I shunned appropriate capitalisation and using apostrophes to develop some kind of ‘writing style’. Retrospectively I can say that it just looks sloppy, but it’s hard to argue with a past version of yourself. I clearly hadn’t adopted any kind of style or structure for blogging and everything was a random collection of thoughts, usually written as I was having them.

The entry I have chosen to republish represents the closest I came to something that could be considered a proper blog post. It also rather amused me as I think I am slowly becoming the subject matter of this post. Except instead of glassware, I have Tupperware and instead of a Volvo, I am aspiring to a Mini.

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12 May 2002 – 2:42 pm

today i set new standards in the realm of clashing footwear! (blue w maroon)

i just caught my dog barking at her reflection… oh dear. she’s gone nuts.

just came back from mothers day picnic and am regretting not taking camera as i have devloped the following criterium for spotting western suburbian picnics….

HOW TO SPOT PICNIC GOERS FROM THE WESTERN SUBURBS

please not that this applies to brisbane, australian residents only – although these people are everywhere

1.

These people bring seating with them to picnics, usually in the form of an overpriced canvas seating, or camping sets of chairs w built in beverage holders.

2.

Note the cutlery and glass wear. If people bring objects made out of glass and metal, this can be an important indication of western suburban origin.

3.

The prescence of childrens toys such as scooters, wagons and colourful kites. Each of which is more expensive than you entire picnic basket, including the sponge cake you were so proud of.

4.

Note the alcohol consumption and chatter while children play around them. Alcohol must be beer for the men and champagne for the ladies. all consumed in expensive glassware.

5.

The afore mentioned chatter must consist of the three Rs (Rugby, Rules and/or Rowing), PTA goings on and plastic surgery (although this tends to be mentioned by the females).

6.

If you are still in doubt as to the origin of your fellow picnicers dont forget to sneak a peak at the car park. today i observed several 4WDs and a mercedes, a BMW and a Lexus all parked in a pretty little row. Also be on the look out for new (post 1995) volvos.

Celebrating Ten Years in the Blogosphere

2012 marks the tenth anniversary of publishing my thoughts, feelings and experiences online in the format of blogs. It also marks the fifteenth anniversary of my maintaining an online presence, which began with a simple Angelfire vanity site that I built using notepad and then later Dreamweaver. The phrase “old and nerdy” definitely springs to mind.

To celebrate my tenth year in the blogosphere, I will be republishing a blog post every month from each of my ten years. But I really must add the following disclaimer:

Many of my very early (and not so early) blog posts are ridiculously cringe worthy. This is due to both subject matter and spelling and grammar concerns. But to be fair, I was nineteen and impressively self-absorbed when I began writing them. They are also highly identifiable. All of my twenty-teen concerns about maintaining people’s privacy and not talking about work online were simply non existent in the early naughties. As such, when republishing particular posts I may edit some details so that they are a little less blatantly identifying. But I shall endeavour to stay true to their original tone.

So stay tuned for a journey through time and space, and please, try to be kind and non-judgemental. These were my formative years afterall.