The Daily Chai and What Women Want

The Daily Chai is still suffering from its existential crisis and is now wondering if no one orders it, does it really exist? Just kidding! I just went to a different Starbucks sillies! I got a Venti and a free piece of banana bread, yay me!

On to philosophical musings.

"Women don't need love. Only men need to be loved, sweetheart. Women need to be wanted."
So said wise and batshit crazy Gemma of Sons of Anarchy fame. I don't know why this quote resonates with me so much, but I've often thought about it since I watched Gemma tell Nero what she needed from him. I always thought I was looking for love, for true love. I found it once and I took it for granted, so I lost it. I'm sure I'll find love again, after all, there are an awful lot of wonderful people out there. And I'm your basic eternally optimistic romantic. Both a blessing and curse, I promise you. But is it what I truly want? I'm not so sure anymore. I find more and more that I want to be wanted. I want to know that the person I'm with, when I meet him, wants me in all my silly, thoughtful, crazy, sane, idiotic, smart, funny, serious ways. I'm a trip and I'm a handful and I change my mind daily, so I'm not always a party to be around. When someone really sees me, sees inside my soul and still wants all that...isn't that love in its basic form anyway?

I recently realized I'm the crazy friend. Thank you Facebook for finding that little tidbit of information out. If you would like proof, read this. While Drunk Meg has not been given a special name, I hate the duck face selfie and I don't use snapchat, that list is pretty much me to a "T". And let's be honest, the way I've been partying on my kid-free weekends, my drunken alter ego will be saddled with a moniker soon enough.

I'm sorry. I misled you with my title. I don't know what women want. None of us do.

The Daily Chai and Queen of the Land of Passive Aggressivia

I haven't left the house today so I don't have a Chai latte to tell you about. Sad. Anyone want to help a girl out?

Someone pointed out to me yesterday that my blog posts are a passive aggressive way to communicate via electronic media. To that I say, yes indeedy! Sorry about that. But I like to write and I haven't for a long time. My need for expression these days has been coming out in unhealthy ways and my hope is that my posts will balance me and give me an outlet to be healthier in my everyday life. I can't guarantee they will always be entertaining, but I do so like to make you laugh, so I hope during my rants, my nonsense and my general batshit crazy girl outpourings that you occasionally chuckle and don't take anything too personally. My opinions are my own and they are based on stories I hear from people and my own experiences. If you think I'm talking about you...I might be, but I'll never tell. If something rings true to you that just means I've done my job and connected with you in this harsh, cruel world. Not a bad thing, when you think about it.

I have a whole, glorious weekend to myself in which I have not made any plans except to get drunk tonight with my friend. For a girl who is constantly moving and planning, I find this refreshing. The downside is that I don't have anything funny to write about. Maybe tomorrow, in my hangover haze, I will have some stories to tell ;)