Historiaphile

It may come as a surprise to some of you that there is such a thing as good confrontation. No, I don't mean intervention, though I do believe this is an extremely important version of good confrontation; I am specifically talking about the type of confrontation that comes when you come to a crossroads with how you feel and someone else feels. I find this usually comes in the form of disagreement in conversation. An extraordinarily oversimplified version of this could be something like, Mac and Cheese tastes better with ketchup v.s. putting ketchup in Mac and Cheese defiles its deliciousness. I actually regularly think this when I listen to Gordon Ramsay say how something should be made and I wrinkle my nose in disgust, wondering how in the world such a thing could be better than the classic super-plain version. I, personally, feel this type of confrontation can generally begin and end on friendly terms, usually jokingly. I think of this as an empty confrontation because usually it...

I don't remember when the movement started, but I remember clearly wondering what it meant and why so many people were posting about it. Despite the intrigue, one person's post seemed to answer my questions and I ceased all further searching for its "other" potential meanings. I didn't, however, expect there to be such a huge contrast in what it meant, and now means, to most and what it meant to me. I do not talk about this topic in regard to my own life. I don't like talking about it, I don't want to talk about it, and most times I find myself incapable of discussing it, even if I wanted to. So I'm sorry if I'm vague or avoid saying things in this post but  my story is my own.  I do not owe it to anyone, however if even some part of my story can help someone make a change, I will tell it - as much as I can anyway. I've thought a lot about what should be written, how it should be said and how my feelings can be conveyed prope...

As I've watched Star Wars over the years, there has been a consistent feeling like something was.... wrong. No it's not the good vs evil overarching story, nor is it the fact that it makes absolutely no sense for Qui-Gon Jinn to die from a single stab wound while Darth Maul survives being split in half and falling down the same chasm as Qui-Gon; and while I am equally baffled by the fact that they essentially just copied the death of Qui-Gon for Han's death (I mean seriously, it's a light saber, it'd hurt like hell and probably cause some serious issues in the future, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have time... the wound is cauterized right? Right?), there is something even more strange that the Jedi themselves seem to be confusingly stupid about: self control. In almost every movie I feel like they talk about bringing some kind of balance to the force. The more I think about it the less it makes any sense. What balance? The balance between the light a...

Disclaimer: In the course of this post you'll learn a lot about me, a lot of which I'd prefer to keep to myself, but I know someone somewhere is dealing with the same thing I am, and just knowing you're not alone helps. Maybe you can learn from my experiences or feelings, but more than anything I hope we all learn from my husband, because while he may be an imperfect human being like everyone else, he is my perfect; and sometimes we need a little bit of someone else's perfect.  Now that you know the story of us, I can explain fully exactly why my husband is perfect for me. It's more than just "we found each other at the right time in the right place," it's everything about how we met, how we fell apart, how we came back together, and, now, how we live every day knowing there is no one else we would ever want to be with but each other. I don't doubt his love for me, or his dedication to me, nor does he doubt my love for or dedication to him. I w...

When I look back at the time that Bill and I had to get to know each other again, for real this time, I always remembering it feeling like an eternity. From our first re-date to our first alone date, it felt like ages, when in reality it was less than two weeks. My favourite part about the entire thing was that we hadn't told Ethan, so on the day we had next planned to meet (Feb 14th, of course) we talked about how fun it would be to have Ethan come over and find out. By that time Bill and I had talked about a plethora of things (primarily because I sent him a MILLION questions) and there was no doubt in my mind I wanted to be with him. Thus my fears of backpacking off of my family's feelings were abated and I trusted my feelings were my own. In the end I convinced Ethan to come over in my most clever way ever... via text...  Tia: Have any fun plans for Valentine's day?  Ethan: Not really Tia: Well hopefully you get to do something fun :) Ethan: Yeah! What about yo...

I know, I know, you are immediately asking yourself, "Come on, seriously? Self, we already know Bill is perfect, so what does she mean he's perfect for her?" Great question! I will explain. A story like this deserves the cliche fairy tale beginning: Once upon a time ...... a little girl dreamt of the love of her life. Literally. Over the years he changed in looks, profession, personality, and even nationality. I think my favourite ridiculous iteration of my "dream man" was a tall, British accented, Asian Batman, minus the vigilante-ness. It was quite absurd, but hey, it was a dream during a time when being rich, spending all our time with my family, listening to what was, at the time, my favourite accent all the time and never ever working, ever, sounded like the greatest thing one could ask for.  Of course this Batman person would love cats, be a great driver, and have a great sense of fashion for absolutely no reason whatsoever. In reality, it was clear f...