You're Wasting Your Brain

A good friend of mine recently told me that I was wasting my brain. She meant this as a compliment (I think); she was telling me that I was not living up to my potential in my current situation (I think). She really wasn't telling me anything I don't already know, but it somehow resonated with me. She advised me to start a blog and since she is so hard to ignore, here we are. Other names I bounced around for this blog:

F my Life (taken)

I'd Rather be Sleeping (too depressing)

Things I Hate (too obvious)

Sunshine and Rainbows (sarcasm doesn't translate well when written)

I'm sure you're dying to learn a little bit more about me. I'm a 27-year-old, recently married, underemployed female living in Boston, MA (Go Sox!--people expect me to say shit like that). I have 2 adopted dogs Sophie and Lola whom I love more than a person should love a dog. To say that my life is good would be boring and to tell you the truth, an outright lie. I mean, when you put it in perspective I guess my life is really good but compared to people who are homeless, impoverished or dying--most people can say that. I'm not trying to compare myself to anyone else because I am the only me and about 15 times a day I say, out loud, F my life. Not to say I don't have good moments--I'm a good time to be around. I love to laugh almost as much as I like to make people laugh. Lea Michelle said it best this past season on Glee, "I'm like TinkerBell, I need applause to live." Or something to that effect. I think that I will not be happy (or at least I won't admit to it) until I have a satisfying career. I had a satisfying career for a while when I lived in LA. I was mostly happy then. Except that I spent a lot of time hating LA (there's not much to like). Maybe I'm a downer. Currently, LA looks swell. The weather was nice, I had a good job that I was doing really well at, my now husband had a pretty good job. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence but it just looks to me like the grass on my side is covered in poo.