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The Handshake’s Cool Cousin February 2, 2010

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You know what I wish?  That the high-five would recover its place in society.  Not only recover, but improve its station.  As I was grocery shopping today I thought how awesome it would be if someone came up to me and said “You’re buying rawhides?  Nice!” and then we’d high-five.

Think how much better your day would be if you got high-fived by an amiable stranger.

(Thank you first people for the photo)


When You’re Young You Get Sad January 31, 2010

Posted by wanderinggrizzly in 20 Something, Miscellaneous, Quarter-Life Crisis.
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One of the great things about being in your twenties is the relinquishing of teenage angst, of teenage misconceptions of popularity and misconstrued body image.  I definitly don’t look any better now than I did at 16 but I feel so much better about myself than I did when I was a tiny little cheerleader.  I might not find myself any more attractive but I don’t care about it anymore.  I’ve come to terms with the fact that my hair will never do what I want it to do, that I have no idea how to properly apply makeup and there is nothing glamorous about me.  I am more comfortable with dirt under my nails than polish on them.  When I go out, it’s in jeans and a tee-shirt and I have a great time.

I’ve also come to accept being mistaken for being a lot younger than I am.  When I was in Montana my boss sent me for snuff and the convenience clerk wouldn’t sell it to me because I looked too young (I didn’t have my ID).  I waitress across the street from a major university and while I understand why people ask me if I’m a student the other day I was asked specifically if I was a freshman.  I haven’t decided yet if I should just go along with it or if I should correct them and say, “Actually I graduated college three years ago…”

Most of the patrons are college students and mostly ’88 babies.  This has got me thinking, what would 21 year old Grizzly think of 24 year old Grizzly?  I’m thinking I’d be appalled.  No career, no master’s degree, no serious relationship… I would think I am aimless and lazy.  Then 24 year old Grizzly would kick 21 year old Grizzly’s ass.  I am happy.  I am content and pleased with where I am.  I am not 100% satisfied, I’m finding it shockingly difficult to find a second job where I can be a positive influence on people’s lives and I wish I could find a venue to team rope.  Yes I have made mistakes and sometimes made things more difficult than they need to be.  However I’ve always done what I thought was right..  As a teenager the twenties sound so old, 22 sounds so refined and grown up.  Not even close.  I’m amazed at anyone who has made major accomplishments in his or her twenties.  I feel like I’m just starting to really lay a foundation for the rest of my life, and maybe I’m a late bloomer, but I’d rather be late than pre-mature.

The Begining Growl December 18, 2009

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Alright I know, worst blog name ever but I wasn’t really feeling up to spending an atrocious amount of time coming up with something that was clever or eloquent when it would most likely come out as pretentious.  So why ‘wandering grizzly’?  I like that the latin name for grizzly literally means ‘horrible bear.’  I think that grizzly bears picked an awesome habitat to live in.  I like that they are typically not social but can be.  I like that they eat people and are big and smelly and basically bad-ass.  And as for wandering… as an unemployed, not quite homeless 20 something whose biggest aspiration is self-realization I feel like wandering is a pretty adept one-word description of my life.

So why blogging?  Why join the millions of ‘writers’ contribution to the abundance unasked for and unwanted opinions that is the internet?  I suppose it’s because for the past year I have been in the throes of what has been dubbed a “Quarter-Life Crisis.”  After scouring the internet for some guidance and camaraderie during this period I was unsatisfied.   The thoughts in my head need someplace to go, and by making them public I hope to avoid the melodrama and melancholy that often goes with journal writing.  Because I miss beautiful language and proper grammar.  Because I need something ‘constructive’ to do as I fret over my ‘life path.’

So dear reader, I hope it was not some misfortune that sent you stumbling onto my little nest of mediocrity and ego.  If you decide to stay and visit I hope you find some sort of entertainment or maybe even inspiration in my humble words and that you offer some of your own.