My attitude after I sit on a public toilet and there’s pee on it

New year, old me

As I wrote this blog, I thought about what I want to achieve in 2015 and I didn’t come up with anything introspective. Most of my goals centered around crafts, which speaks volumes about my character. Even now, I’m pinning gift wrapping techniques and mentally exchanging the wrapping paper I bought for Christmas this week because it clashes with my twine.

As it stands now in 2014, I still haven’t developed a signature cocktail; the art of contouring escapes me (would that we all could look like an Armenian madam); and I have yet to watch an episode of Game of Thrones.

On the other hand, I figured out what froyo is; I can say “knife” in French; and I bought an electric toothbrush.

I’d say this year was a wash, but 2015 has promise; I just don’t know which promise I’m going to break. If I’m consistent at anything, it’s my lack of consistency.

Do I hire a personal trainer, then cancel the appointment 30 minutes before hand? Or should I tell people I’m going to swear off diet coke, write another blog about how disciplined I am, and pick it back up four weeks later? Then again, I could open a 401K account, but then what would I have to look forward to in my 30s?

No, no. New Year’s resolutions must be thoughtfully chosen—like a statement necklace. Too big and people won’t take you seriously. Too small and it’s not a statement. Which is why I chose to choose nothing this year. Call me Kimye, but anything worth doing is worth Instagramming, and if Oprah isn’t going to retweet me then its not worth posting.

BrainyQuote.com once said, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” I say, “If you take enough shots of tequila, you’ll forget all about it.”

Forever 29?

I’m officially 29, which goes to show you can’t be 28 forever. This is unfortunate, since I built my website around the opposite thesis.

On my birthday I like to take stock of my life and where I’m at. Each year I vow self-actualization: I will have health insurance. I will get THE job. I will buy the good Victoria Secret underwear from the back of the store.

When I turned 28, I hoped for a career in social media and a closet full of J. Crew. I made it halfway. On occasion, my job requires me to tweet and I have exactly 7 shirts from The Limited in my closet. This time next year, maybe I’ll shop exclusively at White House Black Market and own a duvet from Pottery Barn.

Getting older still doesn’t bother me and I doubt it ever will, because each year gets better than the last. I don’t languish over my 20s because I’m not losing anything that can be taken away. If anything, I’m gaining. Each year brings more clarity and new experiences.

To Do: Make a “to do” list

I love making “to do” lists. They’re cathartic; the act of listing my daily goals in a straight line makes me feel successful even if I don’t actually do anything. It’s the intention that counts (same for vegans and skorts), which is why I prematurely consider the task half-way done, if for no other reason than having written it down. I’ll even add things to the list that I’ve already done, just so I can cross them off.

Not only do they fool me into having an unjustified sense of accomplishment, they also help organize my thoughts.

At the beginning of my day, I’m usually confused and overwhelmed: Should I make the bed or learn Russian? Brush my teeth or crochet a hat for my neighbor’s dog? Fold clothes or organize my wrapping paper? It’s a toss up and I’m not always sure I make the right call.

At the heart of it, “to do” lists represent the best versions of ourselves. They’re thinly veiled vision boards of the person we want to become.

On an average day, my “to do” list usually look something like this:

 

  • Shower
  • Go to the gym
  • Vacuum
  • Laundry
  • Write
  • Make [obligatory craft I found on Pinterest two weeks ago]
  • Read

 

It’s sad that I’m 28 years old and still need a visual reminder to shower, but it’s where I’m at in my journey.

However, if I was being honest, this would be a more accurate reflection of my day:

 

  • Eat breakfast
  • Check Facebook
  • Think about showering
  • Refresh Facebook
  • Think about dinner
  • Snack
  • Change to go to the gym
  • Don’t go to the gym
  • Google “is milk bad for you?”
  • Check Beyonce’s Instagram
  • Find my passport
  • Research juice cleansing
  • Reactivate my Myspace account
  • Buy a grilled cheese press
  • Watch three episodes of “Say Yes to the Dress” on TLC
  • Go to Wal-Mart
  • Buy batting and embroidery needles
  • Embroider nothing
  • Consider adopting a dog
  • Order two bathing suits from ModCloth instead
  • Make dinner
  • Watch an episode of House of Cards
  • Go to bed

 

Most people don’t put things like “buy a grilled cheese press” or “drink a bottle of Bacardi 151” on their “to do” lists, but sometimes shit happens.

Lessons Learned

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I not-so-recently just got back from a trip to Italy which I’m going to pretend is the reason I haven’t posted in two months and I learned a few things while traveling abroad:

 

1. When it comes to airplane bathrooms, the name of the game is don’t pee on the seat or yourself.

I have a hard enough time not peeing on myself during ideal circumstances. Throw me in a 3’ x 3’ box within a box and my level of control is even more limited.

Speaking from experience, there are few things worse than sitting in your own pee, but there’s nothing worse than sitting in someone else’s.

 

2. Learn the language – but not too well – because, America.

Americans have been indoctrinated into believing that we are superior to all other countries in every way. Therefore, the only language worth knowing is American. That’s why I make sure not to learn the host-country’s language until I arrive.

If you’re looking to insult locals and make enemies, follow suit.

 

3. Limoncello is a lie.

If you’ve ever seen Mad Men, you already know Don Draper makes scotch look good. This is folly, since scotch tastes like rubbing alcohol aged in the bowels of Mount Vesuvius.

Similarly, Diane Lane swindled me into believing limoncello tasted like hard lemonade – the perfect nightcap after a 3-hour drive with a complete stranger.

I thought one swig from a bottle of neon-piss would imbue me with the charm of Audrey Hepburn and prompt an intercontinental romance, but the only thing it imbued me was heartburn and faulty expectations.

Incidentally, limoncello also tastes like rubbing alcohol aged in the bowels of Mount Vesuvius, but with a twist of lemon.

I will never forget my disappointment or the burning sensation I was left with – much like the first time I had sex.

 

4. Italy doesn’t believe in air-conditioned trains because they hate their people.

Not all trains, but even one is too many.

 

5. If someone approaches you offering a tour, risk it.

The possibility of jumping a three-hour line outside the Vatican in 90 degree heat far outweighs the risk of sex trafficking.

 

 

Copyright © Tracy Orzel 2013