Author Archives: Katie Schaffer

Freshly Fallen

Snow. It’s magic, isn’t it? Transforming the Oklahoma landscape from dead grass to beautiful, crisp white.

Sometimes, I wish it could snow on the last year of my life. Looking back, it’s been one of the worst times I’ve ever gone through, but if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be at a spot full of so much promise now.

Yesterday, I really struggled. I was angry; the kind of anger that burns in your chest until all you can do is cry. There were so many things I wanted to say to vindicate myself, to somehow reverse the bad feelings that were on me. I wanted the snow to cover up all the hurt and let me pretend things were beautiful.

Today is better. Today has hope and the knowledge that I’m where I need to be with the people I need to be around. I don’t need to have a snowstorm cover up the past pain; that’s part of who I am.

I was venting to my boyfriend one day over what I felt was the unfairness of a situation and he said to me, “but if that situation hadn’t happened, do you think we would have met?” No, probably not.

Had the rough things not happened, I’d not fully understand the value of a trustworthy friend and her husband. I’d not understand why it’s important to be careful who you trust. And I’d not understand how important our actions and words are in the lives of those around us.

I don’t need to blanket the horrible year with denial (snow). I need to accept it for what it was and move on. Dwelling on it is a waste of time, and time is too valuable to spend on things that don’t matter anymore.

To quote the great Bard himself, “Love many, trust a few, do wrong to none.” Wise words.

Superman…minus the tights.

Well, it’s finally happened. After years of horrible boyfriends, pointless crushes, and mediocre dates, I’ve finally found someone who not only can keep up with my runaway trains of thought (or at least attempt to ride along), but makes me want to be better than I am.

He’s fun, handsome, and has an amazing heart. Bonus features include a witty sense of humor and the ability to hug away sadness. Oh, and he’s super strong. It’s like I have my own personal Superman, but without the awkward tights and cape.

Anyway, I thought I should do the guy some justice and brag on him a bit. No longer am I the potential crazy cat lady or suffering from mediocre love life syndrome, which is a really nice change of pace.

What in the World…?

I spend a lot (read: A LOT) of time on the internet because I’m generation y and if I’m not socially connected, I might as well not be alive (#somewhatsarcastic). What with being online pretty much 16+ hours of the day, I’ve noticed a strange phenom going down on the good ol’ interwebs: PEOPLE ARE FASCINATED BY INTROVERTS/INTROVERSION. Why?? WHY IS THIS A THING?!? I have seen one particular article on 27 signs you might be introverted posted on FB more times than I’ve seen the grumpy cat meme (and I’ve seen grumpy cat A LOT). This is weird. All of the sudden, extroverts are calling themselves introverts and I (and a whole lot of other introverts DON’T LIKE IT). 

Why don’t we like it? Because we’re legit introverts and you all are making it seem like EVERYONE who likes writing songs or poems every now and then is an introvert! “OMG! My sister TOTALLY loves being quiet 30 minutes a day! She’s SUCH and introvert!!” No. She’s not.

1. Introverts are quiet because they’re observing situations before making any kind of decision. I don’t mean that you can’t observe situations as an extrovert, but introverts are more likely to have a harder time making decisions because they will think through every possible outcome and how it will affect everyone involved and by the time they finish thinking about all that, the moment has probably passed without one introverted word being spoken.

2. Extroverts enjoy attention. I’m not saying they like being in the direct spotlight, but if an extrovert didn’t enjoy attention, they wouldn’t be someone who vocalizes their thoughts/feelings/opinions freely. Introverts really don’t like a lot of attention. They do like some, but preferably in an intimate setting, with other people who are also introverted.

3. Being social EXHAUSTS the introvert. Like, if you force an introvert to do something social more than 2 days in a row, there will be some kind of meltdown/tears of frustration and fatigue. Why? Because most of an introvert’s conversations happen in their internal monologue. Get it? INTROVERTS ARE CONSTANTLY THINKING. Extroverts are like an action movie that most people like, and introverts are either an indie silent film that may or may not have subtitles or a book. A lonnnnnnng book.

4. Introverts cling to each other because we understand each others’ deep need for isolation. This isn’t to say that an introvert won’t have extroverted friends or significant others, but it’s more than likely that our close friends understand and respect our need for space.

5. There is a difference in an extrovert and an introvert trying really hard to be social. I personally have a trick I rely on wayyyyy too often: I think of my most outgoing friend and pretend to be them. Not like, in a creepy sociopath way, but in a quick reference way. How would this person respond to eye-contact and a handshake? Maintain eye-contact and ask a question! An extrovert sees this as a potential moment to make a friend. An introvert trying to be social sees this moment as though it’s a mid-term or final, and will probably start sweating and be REALLLLLLY nervous (more than what’s “normal”). Like a bank robber in a lie-detector test.

Here’s the deal; I love my extrovert friends deeply. I’m thankful for them because they keep conversation flowing while I have a “WWED” (what would an extrovert do) moment for the entire time. Extroverts and introverts are not better than each other, they’re equal. What stinks is that extroverts are more highly prized in today’s world than introverts and that’s unfortunate.

Next time you’re at a party and you see someone who looks like they don’t really know what to do, approach them. Ask them their name. Become their friend for the night (unless they act really skeezed out by you, then move on). There’s a good chance that they aren’t unfriendly, they might just not know anyone or be intimidated by large groups of people. Or maybe that person isn’t an introvert and is just having a bad night and wants to be quiet. That’s cool too.

I guess what it comes down to is the golden rule: treat others how you would like to be treated. Tonight as I stood by myself thinking, “Man, I wish I knew someone at this party so I could have fun too,” I saw someone who looked like she didn’t really know anyone. I decided that instead of just hoping she’d come talk to me (how I’d like to be treated), I’d go talk to her (treating her). Turns out, I made a friend and I had a really fun night. Yes, I even really enjoyed cleaning up the kitchen (I LOVE cleaning up kitchen stuff. I don’t know why, but it’s sooooo relaxing).

 

 

 

 

 

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Drop it.

(Scene: K’s cubical. A coworker stops by to catch up on personal life)

J: How’s the love life?

K: Meh. Mediocre at best.

J: I thought you were seeing someone…?

K: Yeah, but that’s not really going too well.

J: (Stands up suddenly) Well, then, it’s time. Call it, then…GET JIGGY WITH IT.

K: (Seriously) J, I will do my best to drop it like it’s hot.

J: (Snaps fingers, walks away)

(Sometimes the only thing left to do is get jiggy with it. End scene)

Choices.

“I believe a woman’s body is her own and she has every right to do with it as she pleases.” – anonymous

I’m choosing to not reveal who said that out of respect of privacy, but it’s not like there’s only one person in their late twenties to feel that way. But this isn’t about abortion, like I’m sure you’re assuming it is. This is about mixed messages concerning females, their bodies, and what rights they have when it comes to sharing your body (or not).

I’m 28 and single, which means I have date every now and then. It’s been interesting (at least in my dating experience) to hear more than one guy declare that my body is my own and I have every right to make whatever choice I want to with it. It’s also been interesting to see how many of those guys decide not to continue seeing me when I make the choice NOT to sleep with them when I’m still trying to decide if I even like them or not.

So…I’m confused on multiple levels.

A) But you just said my body was my own to do whatever I want to with it…And because I chose to not sleep with you, you’re not going to talk to me ever again? Ohhhhhhh, okay! I get it! It’s my choice if it benefits you, right? You telling me to celebrate my sexuality by choosing to sleep with you as soon as I feel we might have some chemistry, and by me saying no, I’m clearly prudish and old fashioned and not on the same page as you regarding my feminist rights.

B) I’m sorry, but even if I think you’re someone I see myself with long-term, I’m not going to jump right into bed with you for the sake of gender equality. Certain thoughts come up in my mind if you are expecting some kind of sexual favor in return for a few coffee dates and dinner out, mainly; I LOVE coffee but not enough to exchange sex for a venti and also that I’m worth more than that.

C) You telling me that my body=my choice *but only if that choice is to reward you with sexual favors and terminate any pregnancies that could totally screw your finances over* doesn’t really seem to meet up with how you’re behaving now…so what you really should say in the future is “A Woman’s body is her own and she can do with it as she pleases, but I’d really like if she’d consider my needs and wants first and foremost because it IS a man’s world, and I am taking her out on dates, so she should really think about being a sweetheart and giving me what I want in return.”

This isn’t about which way I sway politically, but I will say this: it’s my body, and if I’m not comfortable in a situation, I have no problem telling you “no, I don’t want to have sex.” If that’s not the answer you’re looking for, then maybe you need to reconsider your opinions on respect and feminism.

I’m going to wrap up with this; My body belongs to me and I will NOT allow anyone to make me feel bad for making choices that are right for myself (again, this is not about abortion). If I don’t feel like you taking me out on a few coffee dates should be repaid with sex, then that is my choice and if it makes you mad, then you actually don’t respect my body or my choices and I’m glad you haven’t called me back. And if anyone EVER makes a choice that you are not comfortable with for you, you can say NO. And if saying no doesn’t work, and you are taken advantage of, get help. Even if it’s just talking to someone, you need to get some kind of help.

We’re in this together, girls. We can help each other out, as long as we’re vocal and honest.