I Have A Case of the Mondays

I don't like cats, but Garfield looks like how I feel

This weekend, as with many weekends, was a real bust.  After graduating college my friends and I made plans for vacatons, quick getaways, and nights filled with things I really can't mention on this site.  But instead, we were met with the reality of the "real world."  My former roommate had a baby (aka the cutest thing since me circa 1988), my best friend suffered the biggest tragedy in his life two weeks after graduation, and a host of my other good college friends found themselves unemployed or in jobs that didn't pay enough for a vacation.

At first I was very understanding of the situations that my friends were going through, but at the same time the selfish person in me wanted to snap my fingers and have everything go back to the way it was during our undergrad days.  Instead, I'm faced with the reality that things have changed and I must change with it; like it or not.  Therefore, I've been the supportive friend who is there for the people who mean so much to me, because if I was to ever be in their shoes I would hope someone would be there for me.

With all my understanding and acceptance of my supportive role, I can't help feeling bitter and angry that things changed so quickly.  Am I selfish for wanting things to remain the same?  Am I a terrible person because I wish my friends had more time and money to do the things we used to do?  Am I spoiled because I have always had a comfortable life and have never really struggled with money or having a job?  These questions and more always cross my mind when I'm sitting at home on a perfect weekend wondering why I decided to stay in Greensboro, NC over moving back to Washington, DC. 

I don't know how to end this post, because change is something we go through everyday and this dilemma is something I am still struggling with so I will just say I Hate Mondays but I Love You!

xoxo

theINTELLECT