This Generation

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So flaky people are one of my pet peeves.  I don't like it when people are late.  It is a problem with my generation.  So many people my age are consistently late to work, school, church and social functions.  It's extremely rude to the people who are on time.  It shows that their time is a lot more valuable than the others.  This idea goes along with constantly texting when in social situations.  If I am at lunch with a friend and he or she is texting every minute or so, the entire time, I feel like I am not important enough to spend time with and the person on the other end of the phone is more prevalent to the person I am with.  It's just straight up rude.  Another thing that bothers me is a person who won't commit to any plans because they are waiting for something better to come along.  If you can't commit to plans with people for real, because of family situations or other things that are worth it, I understand.  Just don't be noncommittal in the beginning and decide that at the last minute, because nothing better came along, you can go to whatever it is. Flaky and noncommittal people drive me absolutely crazy and it is a current problem with our generation.  

Tahoe

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equities- the quality of being fair or impartial

So about a week ago, I went to Tahoe with some family members. This seems as though it is becoming an annual trip. Last November we went because my grandma had passed away and it had always been her wish to have her ashes spread on the shores of Lake Tahoe. We found a beautiful spot last year to spread her ashes and had our own little funeral for her. The weekend last year was fun but was more of a rememberance of her than anything else. This year was more of a vacation. We got to Tahoe and checked in. It was so beautiful up there and it was completely deserted. There was no snow except for a light dusting on the tallest peaks. Since the ski season was not yet in full swing, we were in an abandoned town. My dad had researched a restaurant that was voted best by some type of magazine, and we decided to try that for dinner. It was so good, we had it again a second night. The trip was fun but we did have a purpose in going to see where we had laid my grandma. That was done on the last day. It wasn't as sad as I had expected it to be. I didn't have a super strong connection with where we laid her it was more of other places that held memories instead, like her favorite casino and if I could've gone back to her house and things of that nature. Those would have had a stronger effect on my life than a place where we put her ashes. However, it is probably one of the prettiest places I have ever seen so I am glad that's where she is. Overall it was a fun weekend but there was no bear sighting this year as much as I wanted it to happen again, since last year we had one run right out in front of us while driving.

The Double Standard

So on Halloween, after our typical party of Twister and Murder in the Dark, lots of food, and amazing costumes, we stayed awake with a small group of mixed company and discussed...relationships.  We all got to "paint a picture" or "Van-Gough it" with our ideal mate.  There was a complete double standard.  The guys got to describe the typical barbie type of girl.  When it got to my friend and I, we both had similar descriptions of the "bro" type of guy.  The guys all decided that our descriptions were shallow and that all bros are rude and whatever.  There was no topic left untouched including my love of a hot back on a guy or the perfect curve of a butt on a girl.  We learned that most guys like untouched, natural nails and don't really like girls with trucks.  These both hit home because I almost never leave the house with plain nails and I drive a truck.  Granted I don't have the lifted truck with pink suspension, or "bro-ho" truck, but I do have a girly truck.  We were named shallow for being attracted to guys that wake and snowboard, dirt bike, and drive big trucks, while the guys sat there and said that their ideal was a girl who was about 5' 7" tall and 115 pounds.  We also covered the topics of facial hair on guys, the need for long hair on girls, to which I responded you take care of my long hair for a month and realize how much work it takes, then you tell me to keep my hair long for you.  How annoying it is when a girl orders a salad and picks at it also got brought up.  Basically we could not mention personality and how that can change a person's looks or any of the attractive traits of personality.  Overall, it was an interesting discussion and lasted until four in the morning.  I learned quite a bit from it and would love to have a discussion like this again with a different group of guys and girls.