Blogging habit?

So while I was traveling in Istanbul and Athens for a school trip, I kept a blog religiously. It was the easiest way to send my family updates and I think it was a success. So then I got used to blogging everyday, and then I just stopped. Maybe I can funnel some of that blogging habit into this blog again. I know that I get page views, but I'm not exactly sure who really reads this, not that I'm writing for attention.

Anyway, my trip was amazing. I would love to go back to Istanbul and also visit other parts of Greece.

Re-activated my Okcupid account last night (this is my 3rd time). Not sure I'm ready for the real thing yet, but it will be nice to get some positive attention that isn't from a creepy Iraqi guy that saw an American girl in shorts in a hotel lobby and decided he needed to take her out for dinner.....That was so not ok.  Ah....adventures.

Was introduced at my Grandfather's wake this weekend as "the one that isn't married." Yep, I'm the un-married sister. I'm almost over my dad referring to me as "My daughter, the engineer" which feels fraudulent since I haven't "engineered" anything in a while.  Spending my first memorial day weekend on dry land, at a wake, and now I'm a spinster. Grrrrreeeat. 

Just started a new job. It's strange to be so comfortable and confused all at once. Anxious to know my new products, excited to have more responsibilities, not sure how I feel about having a work assigned smart phone. 

Trying to see the upside in these things, but in the meantime, I'm just so single. Maybe that will make for interesting posts?

Don't stand too close...

So in Game of Thrones, there is a character who is mostly a bad guy, but more importantly, he was scarred on his face as a child from fire. He probably wasn't going to be a good looking guy anyway, but it sort of makes him extra beastly. Even though this character is very brave and a good fighter, he gets crazy around fire. He abandons an important battle once they started setting everything aflame. At first it seems like an elephant being afraid of a mouse, but then you remember why he is so terrified and almost forgive him.

There were certain things that T would say to me that never sat well with me, but I didn't realize just how deeply he was cutting me until after I moved out. Several months ago a male friend was giving me unsolicited advice on working out and I just felt irrationally offended. I finally explained that I really didn't need help and I really didn't want to talk about it and why. I was hoping that it was just a raw wound, but today I found myself getting upset by a similar conversation again. I shouldn't be so offended, I'm the one that opened up the talk of wanting to be thinner. I don't like watching my calories or doing anything in particular. Eventually I just crack and it goes downhill. I much prefer to just try to be as active as possible and eat as healthy as possible. I managed to gracefully end the topic of conversation without an explanation. I'm really trying not to talk about T anymore. Crap....I hope the blog doesn't count.

Anyway, I really hope these old scars heal over to the point where I don't think about it anymore....time will tell.