Sunday, Bloody Sunday

That title is actually more amusing to me than you will ever understand, for reasons that I will not mention here.

I just back from a gorgeous day, and by gorgeous I mean a combination of weather and my mood. You could tell I was in a good mood because, well, I WORE SKIRTS TODAY. A denim miniskirt to brunch and then a girly salsa-dancing-type skirt to watch Shrek 3 with my friends.

I never wear skirts. Seeing me wear one in any setting is a testament to just how good a mood I'm in. It generally means that I feel great about everything, from content with my life to proud of how I look. Very little can get me down on days like this.

It doesn't mean life in general is perfect or that it couldn't use improvement, but it does mean that for a singular moment of my life, I can be happy with who I am thus far. It's a great feeling that is so rare that you really have to enjoy it to the fullest when it comes.

I know what I'm about to say sounds kinda gay, but seriously... with life throwing so much bullshit at you on a day-to-day basis, when a day comes that you feel wonderful about yourself, take it as far as you can and enjoy that feeling. This is the kind of day that you live for. It is the reason you work your ass off and keep pushing through all kinds of crap. It really does make everything worthwhile, because for even a little bit, you forget everything terrible and are guiltless in your happiness.

And you'll be amazed how many people you can lift up with you when you are just enjoying life.

What brought this feeling on? I could probably try to pinpoint a cause if I wanted to, but why ruin it? Can't I just be happy and, for once, not worry about what brought me there or what might end it? Enjoy those moments when they come. They are rare in this single life you have to live. Worry about them later.

I'm a cynic by nature, so I imagine that me saying these things kinda sounds like me speaking with a completely different voice. Well, come on... it's me in a skirt. I NEVER WEAR SKIRTS.

Yeah, I have those days where I just want to punch a baby or shit on a kitten, but those things matter so little compared to rare, diamond days like today. I'll remember a day like today for much longer than I would ever remember a bad day. You could even argue that the knowledge that days like today are so infrequent is what drives me to work hard, to earn my next wonderful day.

Plus, Shrek 3 is a hilarious movie.

Do I have my new job yet? No, not yet. If I do get it, obviously I will be psyched beyond reason. If I don't, time to start sending out that sexy resume of mine some more. Keep your fingers crossed for me all the same.

On a sidenote, Shanghai needs more hot geeks. Seriously. They seem to be crawling all over the US, but you can't find them in Shanghai for some reason. I wonder if they're hiding their geekiness because they think people in Shanghai are judgmental and pretentious like that (they kinda are), but seriously... just let it out. You are so much more sexy when you are talking about something that genuinely interests you than when you are feigning interest in something you think everyone thinks is cool.

So, let's review: MORE HOT GEEKS IN SHANGHAI PLEASE. The only one I know is my best friend and a) he's my best friend and b) he hides it as well as the rest of them.

BUT VIVIENNE YOU DON'T GET LAID EITHER NYAH NYAH NYAH. Oh shut up. Like I'm really going to pretend not to be a huge dork just so I can get laid or get someone to cuddle with. Folks, I am WAY too hot for that. If a dude gets turned off because I'm a geek, it's his epic loss and you can quote me on that. I wear my geekiness on my sleeve and guess what, anyone who doesn't like it can just move along.

People remember me where they wouldn't necessarily remember anyone else. It is virtually impossible to ignore my presence in any social setting. I am fucking magnetic. Why? Not just because I know how to navigate any social scenario (which I do, and so very well). Not just because I am so very good at expressing myself.

Because I am interesting. Because I'm not ashamed of the things I like. Because when I talk about something I find interesting, I talk about it with such passion that it makes me infinitely more appealing to the people around me, friends or "men" alike. I turn people on because I am interesting when I am actually interested in what I am saying. I turn people on because I get so animated and energetic and ALIVE when I talk about the things I like.

IT'S SO ELEMENTARY but so few people out there seem to get it. So you like Backstreet Boys music. So you own every single issue of the Ultimates. So you play DnD. So you LARP. So you play Final Fantasy at home instead of going out on a Friday night. So you like to salsa dance. So you like to do any number of things deemed "uncool" by faceless fucks who only make the distinction because they are insecure with themselves. Who the fuck cares? It's who you are, and it's what makes you interesting, intriguing. Anyone who gets turned off by that shit ain't worth your time anyway, so if they shrug and walk away, let them go.

They missed out, not you.

GOOD NIGHT.