And then one day your life looks like a game of ...

It's opening day. Which technically is the first day of Spring in my book. However, it isn't really. It is cold and I feel like some sort of freak irritated with her ankles showing. I turn 24 this week. Not atypically old. A good middle of the road age really, but that does not mean that I want anything to do with the pomp and circumstance of this weekend. I honestly want to wear sweat pants and sleep till noon...yea. 24!

So it is written...

I've sub-come to trap that calls to almost all 20 something girls. I've given in to quoting Sex in the City and referencing it, as if it was my real life. I'm sure I'm not the first, and I obviously won't be the last. The question I have started to ask myself is, am I creating a self fulfilling prophecy.

Is thinking that you are going through a drought, because you're well...a hater, make you a hater. I feel like it might. How pathetic is it that I am giving myself pep talks before I go out in public.

Scenario 1: "Okay Ashley, You can do this!!!"

Scenario 2: "Who are you and why are you so bitter? For pete's sake go out tonight and try to be nice to someone"

Scenario 3: {No words, just a mental image of me laying in a pile of laundry in my closet, crying}

It's funny how talking to a newly single friend, about the single life, can help you get back in touch with your point of view. So here I go. I know that I've made this proclomation 1,000,000 times, but this time I mean it...kind of. I am going to be a nice girl. Not a pseudo nice girl, but a real genuine nice girl...or at least I'm going to be trying.