A New Me

I very recently decided that I am young.  I'm young and hip and aliiiive.  And dangit, I should start acting my age.  For the longest time I've been wanting to find out I actually have a horrible debilitating disease and then not tell anyone so when I finally die a dramatic death and they all find out about it they will think, "man, all this time I thought she was just an above average joe.  But no, she actually was an above average joe that not only lived a decade longer than she was expected to, but also influenced the world for good".  With that in mind, I've compiled a list of things I want to change about myself... this motivation may or may not have spawned from a witty romantic comedy or two.

First things first, I want to be adventurous.  Adventurous in every sense of the word.

I want to start enjoying traveling and everything it entails (i.e. packing, butt long drives, unpacking, etc.).

I want to start trying new foods.  Like Indian food.

I want to go rock climbing.  Or skydiving... mmm betta not.

I want to learn how to snowboard because how fun is it to have your feet strapped to a board so when you fall over all you have to save yourself is your less than impressive upper body strength <---- scratch that.  I changed my mind.  I want to learn to ski.

I want to talk to strangers.  I guess I sometimes do that already, but from now on I'm going to enjoy it!

I want to get friends.  According to google (yeah, I googled how to make friends.  What of it?!) I am supposed to stop trying to be likable and start liking other people.  Turns out, I can see the logic in that!

I want to hitchhike to Ohio and grow a beard along the way (girls can grow beards right? Steroids? Hair plugs?)

I want to meet someone online and become really great friends and maybe even marry them.  

I want to get the guts to just do junk!  By junk I mean sing/give impressive speeches in front of a butt load of successful people.

At one point in my life I was dared to take a strangers empty fruit cup off of their tray.  Here's the fun part:  I actually did it.  What happened to the old me?  The one that threw caution to the wind and just said, "what the heck?!  Why not?  Why not hand out papers with my friend's phone number on it that says 'call me'".

For a second I wanted to work for the FBI, maybe I'll follow that hankering and become an unstoppable force.

I also started playing with the movie making thing on my compy and decided to go into movie making! Don't be surprised if you see my name on every great motion picture from here on out.

I want to grow another set of arms so I can become an unrealistically productive woman like the third wife on Sister Wives. (P.S. I didn't chose to watch that entire TV series.  It chose me.)

I want the nickname "Gutsy Rob".

Moral of the story:  I want to change pretty much everything about myself and become the person I am in my dreams.  (I do sick awesome things in my dreams.. like last night I beat a guy up.  Did I have a reason?  Absolutely not.  I just did it.)

Next time you see me I expect a double take from your end.  At first glance you'll think, "woah!  That chica has got it figured out and is living a rewarding life!" then immediately after that you'll look again and think, "wha?!! I know that girl!  I'm going to see if she'll sign my forehead!"  Right now I'm alive but I ain't livin'.  It seems like their's a song about that.  I'll google it someday.  For now, I'm going to risk my life doing something super gutsy and probably not worth dying over.  But heck, I'll do it anyway.  Why?  Because I already decided to do it and it's too late to turn back.