BRAIN CANDEE

Why is it that in this day in age women have lowered their standards down so low that a text is now an acceptable way for a man to express his interest in us? The chime of our text notification (that we have downloaded just for him) makes our hearts pitter-patter. Should we not expect more from men?
After watching the Sound of Music I became enraged at both myself and other women in today's society for allowing this to go on. Courting is on the verge of being obsolete; who needs to date when we can "meet" at the bar and go out to a 3am dinner at the nearest Coney Island. Maybe...if we're lucky, we will get breakfast in our clothes from the night before; nothing like a little bacon & eggs to go with you're "walk of shame".
A Facebook status is more important than the condition and stability of the actual relationships we are in. Our ancestors would roll in their graves if they could see what we have limited ourselves to. Men used to sing about holding a womans hand, now they sing of "tapping that ass".
Not only have we lowered our expectations of men, but also ourselves. I stroll the isles of the local grocery store on a Sunday, and I can't tell if I am in public or at a pajama party.
Dates have turned into "hangouts", call into texts, letters into emails. We deny ourselves the respect and attention women have worked so hard to attain in the workplace yet chose to ignore in our personal lives.
I am not an innocent bystander in this revolutionary downgrade. It wasn't until after watching The Sound of Music, that it became apparent some serious changes need to occur. I know life is about moving forward, however in this situation I am actively taking a step towards the past, because in the world of relationships...the future is not looking hopeful.

So as you all know (if you follow my twitter and read my blog from yesterday) I have not been having the best couple of days. It all started when I was cleaning out my car, and my "evil eye" bracelet snapped right off of my wrist (I knew I was doomed). I drive to my parents house to some bad news...then just around 11pm when the glass of wine was over powering the brick on my chest (aka anxiety) I go on Facebook, (which I also like to refer to as "the devil") browsing(stalking haha) the few people whose profiles I happen to check on the rare occasions I go on Facebook. I then find out via Facebook...(which is a slap in the face in itself) that my ex (whom I have been broken up with for 2 years now and neither of us have been in "serious" relationship since & we are still very close) is going to St. Louis to visit a girl he has never met, but has been talking to since our break-up. Simply put I have seen better days.... So in my state of hardcore emo-ness I decide to check my e-mail today since I have been neglecting it for days, and I find this titled:
Hey,

I linked to your twitter from WYCD during the hoedown and I wanted to thank you soooooooo much. The creativity, soulfulness, sincerity, and kindness are inspirational. I'm soooo passionate about photography (both sides of the lens), fashion (was heavy into promotions and style that way but I love budget fashion and window shopping now), art (any kind including movies that people have never heard of!). Your pictures are sooooo incredibly beautiful (umglam or glam), your sense of fashion is unique, funky, non-pretentious, and definitive, and your way of tweeting (I can't believe I said that) is so expressive yet simple. In a couple lines you take a totally different look at things than most people from here. Twitter wasn't for me but maybe I'll sign up again. Good luck and keep inspiring!

Nik

P.S. There was a post about volunteering- maybe Children's Hospital, the Humane Society, the Judson Center, the Red Cross?

I just had to share this with you guys because it literally made my day....wait more like my year. Sometimes people make fun of me for loving twitter, and blogging, as though it is something to be frowned upon, I would like to see a straight laced accountant or stock broker get an email from a stranger whom they have inspired...not gunna happen. So I just want to say thank you to everyone who reads my blog, and my tweets. To know that I inspire just one person, gives me enough drive to try and inspire the world "one tweet at a time".

xoxo Candice Marie (Nik I hope you're not mad I just had to share this, it was to amazing not to)

Have you ever had a friend, family member, or just maybe a random interaction with someone who places blame on anyone but themselves? I do not understand how these people can find a way to make their own actions other peoples fault. Isn't it taught to us in pre-school that our choices are our own...nobody can MAKE us do anything. These are the people in life that I despise most because instead of taking responsibility for actions that they caused by putting themselves in situation they CHOSE to be in, they find some loophole or reason in their brain where they are convinced everyone is out to get them. I am not trying to be a negative Nancy... it's just I feel like the people who suffer from these people's behavior/actions the most are the good people who surround them and try to help and love them. It's a mental barrier that lies between rational loving mind, and an unreasonable resentful one. Ok... I think I am done now... I just had to vent... I know a lot of you can relate, and for those who share these feelings... it sucks.

P.S. I promise my next blog will be uplifting, and funny ( :

If you ever wonder what alcohol does to your judgment, take a look at textsfromlastnight.com. It really confirms my beliefs that upon checking your id at the door, they should confiscate cellphones as well. A couple of Captain and Cokes, and all of the sudden my fingers take control over my rationale; I wake up with a major headache, and a large "to do list" of damage control. I can go into the night with absolute conviction that I shall remain communicationless, only playing for team "hard to get". Somehow between rounds of shots that part of my brain shuts down and I turn into a texting/calling machine. I do know that this is a common problem with many of us (both male and female), I am just wondering if everyone has the "drunk dial/texting disease" as bad as I do? I have a list of people with whom I only contact during my drunken euphoria, why? Your guess is at good as mine.

As to finding a cure for the "drunk dial/texting disease", I have tried it all, deleting numbers, previous history (texts, call logs, ect.) and still I turn into Candice P.I. at your service to self destruct. Let me tell you, my drunken self is suprisingly quite resourceful. After discovering textsfromlastnight.com I felt less alone in the world of shameful texting, and more a part of a large group of bad judgment drinkers (some rather witty). So to everyone who shares my problem on a regular basis, take a look and my own personal self medication... seeing other people's decisions that may have been worse than my own.