Ever since cellphones became popular, it was really hard to be without your own for a long period of time. It almost became part of you and was attached to your hand. I’ve seen some people whip out their cell faster than gunslingers can fire a colt .45 in the Wild West. No matter what was happening, you always had to have you cellphone near by in case of an incoming text message or call. Schools try and punish students for texting in class but that still doesn’t deter them from bringing it with them for every subject, let alone try to sneak a couple messages in the middle of a lecture. I also can be accused of doing this. I know this may be odd, but I almost break out in a mini panic whenever I don’t know where my cellphone is. It really is like the ultimate accessory that every person has. But the funny thing is only our generation is used to having cellphones for their whole life. Our parents didn’t grow up with this luxury, and our behavior with our cellular devices confuses them.
Imagine having to share a phone with everybody else in your house. Even though landlines could be connected to rooms, most houses only had one number that parents and children could use. This means you may have to wait to make a call. There wasn’t much privacy as people could actually pick up the call on another line and listen in. The big problem was all your calls pretty much had to be made at the house, there wasn’t a handheld device to answer a friend or tell them where to meet up. They actually had to use public telephones that you paid with coins, which are now all extinct. Oh, did I forget to mention there wasn’t any texting back then either?!
Yes, you had to actually express your thoughts and feelings vocally over a phone instead of typing abbreviated words with smiley faces. That would be awful for that awkward moment when your first try talking to someone or have to give news that your friend won’t be happy to hear. And what about if you are in a relationship? This means you need to be near your house phone all the time to make sure you answer your girlfriend’s call. There wasn’t any simple texting to show her you are always paying attention to her and waiting to her talk to her. You needed to be a hundred percent attentive and stay on the line in your house. Just imagine if you missed one call. I know some girls that will have a stroke if their boyfriend doesn’t respond in a timely fashion to a text, especially when they send about twenty messages in a row asking where they are.
Cellphones should be considered one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. Not only did they revolutionize the world, but they may have saved plenty of relationships as well.
One of the most thoughtful things someone can do for a person they care about is bring them breakfast in bed. The holiday this usually occurs the most is Mother’s Day. The dad wakes up the kids bright and early as they scoop out fresh fruit, scramble eggs, and possibly burn some toast. They get all excited to see their mom’s surprised smile as they hug and kiss her. They place the tray of food that they worked so hard to make and organize on her lap to show their appreciation for everything she does. This gesture is not only for Mother’s Day but other occasions too. How many times has your mother brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup with a warm grilled cheese sandwich to you in bed when you were feeling under the weather? Or how about on a special anniversary or Valentine’s Day when a significant other wakes you up with a tray of your favorite pancakes and vase of red roses. This simple sign of affection can go a long away and really show someone how much you care about them. However, there are some technical difficulties I have noticed mixing food with a bed.
One of the main problems is actually positioning yourself to enjoy the food you were just surprised with. A bed isn’t like a chair, it is comfortable to lie down in not actually sit up. Most beds have a head rest that you can lean your back uncomfortably on as the wood digs into your spine. Just when you find that right spot, you begin to sink deeper down into your cushy mattress. So every time you take a bite out of your omelet, you have to prop yourself back up. If people are like me, I do not want to be bothered and interrupted every couple of minutes when I am enjoying a meal.
Another issue with breakfast in bed is sheets don’t get along with crumbs and spills. It’s bound to happen even to the neatest eater that a crumb from your toast will get lodged in between your sheets. It really isn’t a big deal because you can just brush it off the mattress. Unfortunately, the amount of crumbs will slowly build up each time you bite into the golden, brown slice of buttered bread. You may think you have wiped all the debris from your meal away until later that night when you feel the tiny pieces scratching against your skin. You try to furiously clean them off your sheets but each time your hand whacks your bed you are crushing them into smaller and smaller pieces. You can’t even see them now as they irritate you the rest of the night. Not to mention the occasional spill that will stain your sheets orange from juice, this simple meal now turns into a full day of cleaning. Besides the sheets, the person who enjoyed this meal will most likely be forced to clean this mess up and lug the tray back to the kitchen to wipe down. Hopefully, you have a caring significant other that will keep you company as you enjoy your meal and take care of all the dirty work after.
While the meal being brought to bed is a really caring gesture, it might not be the most rewarding gift for the person enjoying the surprise. Even through all the spilt crumbs and spilled juice on your sheets, it is still worth it to know that someone cares about you that much to go through all that trouble to surprise you. They don’t even want anything else in return because the best gift that they could ever get it a smile from you. I know the greatest feeling I could ever have is to see someone else I care about smiling and having a good time.
How many times have you seen your friend’s hearts broken from being dumped? Their whole entire world seems like it is crumbling around them. They invest so much time and feelings into this person, only to see it thrown away. Putting everything on the line, they only hope it works out in their favor. I guess you could almost say that people are gambling in relationships. But isn’t it true that love is as unpredictable and risky as a game of chance?
I like to look at love almost like playing a hand in poker. You have some players put every chip on the table and go all in. They have nothing to hide and make it known that they’re confident with the cards they have been dealt. You could be sitting with two aces, but you don’t know if the player next to you is sitting on a Royal Flush. You see yourself ending up happy and things panning out the way you imagined. But after the last card is flipped and all hands are revealed, you are mortified to see that you didn’t finish on top. You are now left with this horrible pit in your stomach as you watch everything you had and invested in taken from you. And the worst part about is that there is no way to stop this from happening after you lose all your chips.
Besides the people that wear their hearts on their sleeves and leave nothing to hide at the table, you have other card holders that are more sly about their plays. They may not be given the best cards in the deck, but they manage to bluff their way to get what they want. Almost as conniving as con-artists, they will manipulate and intimidate others until they have them believing everything they say or do. Some people will buy into all the lies they are throwing out, but the smart ones always pick up on this. The one thing about people who bluff is even behind their poker face and dark shades, you can notice their tell signs. It could be a cough, a nervous twitch, or even pulling at the ear. These signs are typical of players that will lie their way to victory, but a professional isn’t blinded by lights and glamour of the game and will catch on and guard their chips in order to stop from being hurt.
In this game of chance we call love, you never know where you will be ending up. You walk into a casino hoping to cash out or hit the big jackpot. You may get all sevens on the slot machine or find yourself walking home without a penny in our pocket. Sometimes it is all a game, and you just need to be careful of the people sitting at the table. Either way, each person can’t help the cards they have been dealt in the gamble of romance. Hopefully, everyone finds that Royal Flush after playing a few hands.
If you asked any guy in America, they would say that baseball or football is America’s pastime. Nothing is more enjoyable than cracking open a few beers with friends on a Sunday as you watch your team march to victory. The best part of it all is when you have your amazing girlfriend right there by your side. Not only does she wear your team’s jersey with pride, but she puts up with all your friend’s antics as they spill drinks on the new coffee table and get crumbs on the ground. And when you’re passed out on the couch after all the excitement, she’s the one who cleans up that night. She might not know all the rules of the game or where your favorite player went to college, but she loves you and loves making you happy. However, all of this fun and enjoyment doesn’t come free even for the most caring boyfriend. Since she put up with your favorite sport, it’s now time for you to indulge in her favorite pastime: shopping.
The most devoted fan, raging with testosterone can’t compete with a woman getting ready to scope out each store’s new seasonal line of clothing. Right when they take that first step into the mall, a gun shot rings out and they are off on a marathon. Unlike sporting games where the fans are distracted by talking to friends, eating, and drinking; women are focused for every second of this shopping event. They speed walk past on-coming obstacles of people walking slow as they eagle out each store window. While most people have their favorite team, women don’t have a single team they cheer for. They like every store and show their appreciation by going in and looking at every piece of clothing they have. And just like every good team, a woman needs a good supporting cast to help her make the big decision of which outfit to buy. This is where girlfriends come into play. They form a huddle even more intense than a football team down by one point with ten seconds left in the game. They pick apart each detail of the clothing until they are more than a hundred percent sure it is the right fit. And you better hope you don’t get in-between a group of girls shopping over shoes, because they will humiliate you more than a group of angry, drunk fans after their team lost. But what if a girl can’t get in touch with her friends for shopping. This is when she calls in her ringer: the boyfriend.
If you thought a drill sergeant was bad, you have never met a girlfriend shopping with her significant other. She will hustle you around to each store as she shouts out orders. From hurrying up to stop dragging your feet, you will be pushed to your limits. Most men don’t survive the marathon of hauling around bags of clothes for hours or the dreaded sitting on the chair in the waiting room, which has broken down the strongest of soldiers in the past. You will be demanded to critique every outfit as if you work for Vogue and know the latest trends. Halfway through all this, you will be on your last breaking point. Barely able to keep your eyes open from exhaustion, you will suck it all up because you may never hear the end of this if you don’t. Finally, the marathon is over and you let out a sigh of relief. But what about when the tables are turned, and the guy wants to buy something for himself.
This has happened to me plenty of times. I wake up with that confident feeling that I am going to head to the mall and finally buy some well-needed clothes. I call up my friends, but they are either all busy or don’t have any money to spend there. My girlfriend is busy, so this means I need to venture to the mall by myself. It will be simple and easy. I walk into my favorite store and just pick out a couple t-shirts and jeans. I mean it couldn’t be that hard if my girlfriend does it so easily. I park my car and walk through the giant, sliding doors glowing with confidence and excitement.
As I get to the main hallway, I am quickly engulfed in a crowd of parents pushing around strollers of screaming babies, teenagers howling like banshees, and kiosk workers almost tackling you to get your attention. I am a little overwhelmed so I begin to almost sprint to my favorite store. I head in there and feel a sense of relief. I begin to sift through all the shirts, but I notice there is nothing really that catches my eye. I hastily grab a couple t-shirts as I proceed to the jean section. I am confused by all the different types of pants. Most of the styles seem like they are made for people with legs as skinny as spaghetti noodles. I can barely find my size until I pull outthree stacks of jeans and find it all the way in the back. Now I rush over to the changing rooms only to find myself waiting in a line. The wait seems like hours as I become more anxious. It seems like everyone is staring at me and judging the options I have chosen. Right before I am about to give up, the employee brings me to my room. Optimistically, I try on the clothes and none of them look good. The t-shirts don’t fit right to my body, and the jeans that are my size feel like they are putting a death grip on my legs. I put my original clothes back on and dread this walk of shame out of the changing room. As I hand the employee back the failed outfits saying none of them fit, she gives me the worst look ever. It is almost as bad as when a parent doesn’t say they are mad at you, but rather disappointed. I walk through the store and see all the happy people check out and find the perfect clothes. I couldn’t understand what had went wrong for me.
As I get back to my car, I rest my head on the seat and stare at my ceiling. I feel that sense of failure washing over my body. After that ordeal of shopping, it made me wish I was there with my girlfriend. She would have helped me pick out the right clothes with her eye to detail and attention. As she stands right next to the changing room door, she would tell me what looks good and what doesn’t. Even if we couldn’t find something in one store, she would lift my spirits until we find that perfect outfit somewhere else. It really makes me appreciate everything she does for me, and makes me respect how she can handle all the obstacles and dramas of shopping. It doesn’t bother me if she drags me around to every store in the mall for four hours, and it doesn’t bother her to sit through a whole football game. This is what love is.