Last night, after a long sought after 2-month hiatus, I was coaxed into attending beer pong night at my local bar. When I moved back to Denver from Pueblo last May, I began attending the weekly beer pong tournaments as a means of making new friends...well, needless to say, I definitely accomplished that goal. Whenever I walk into this bar, I feel like a celebrity. Hugs being flung at me from every direction, plucked off my feet and swung around by my boys, and my bartender, Sarah, brings me my usual drink as I walk through the door. But, I suppose, as with any popularity circle, this bar has it's fair share of drama and pure chaos.

Something I'm growing very weary of.

My girlfriend recently moved in with me. As anyone who has ever moved themselves or someone else knows, it's exhausting. This was the 8th move I have either taken part in or completed on my own in the last 10 months, so yeah, I'm tired. We've been settled for about two weeks now and we're finally getting back to normal. There's only one little set-back... I'm 21 and Genifer is only 19. Now obviously, this isn't a huge age difference, no, but there are certain places I can go that Gen can't because she's an alcohol/gambling-wise minor. I've been spending a lot of time either at home or out at places where she is allowed in after a certain time. This apparently is upsetting my friends.

While sitting at the bar last night, my three primary friends mentioned that I've become a complete "wife." At first, I was slightly offended that they would think I'm blowing them off for the girl I love. Never once have I "ditched" them for her when we'd previously had plans. Am I a bit less spontaneous? Yes, because I have someone else's feelings to be accountable for.

What I explained to my friends, in stern detail, is that they may think I've become a wife and that, in their opinions, that may be so, but what they don't realize is that I'm finally stable. I have my own place, my own life and most importantly, their drama isn't my main concern. I'm not required to play their therapist anymore. No more babysitting. I'm happy where I'm at, whether they like it or not. At the point in which I informed them that I was planning on leaving the bar earlier than close, which normally is a never-at-all event, they proceed to give me even more hell about being all domesticated.

I've handled fight after fight after fight with those girls. I've dealt with broken bones while drunkenly punching things, playing security guard, driver, bill cover-er, and tear drier. I've taken care of these girls and they find it unacceptable for me to have a life of my own instead of picking up the pieces of their broken lives. So my response, you ask? Fuck off. I finally found where I'm happy, and you get no chance whatsoever to ruin it for me with your personal lack of competency.

I suggest the same for all of you happy-givers. People-pleasers. Sometimes telling the people you care about the most to grow up and handle shit themselves is the best thing you can do for not only them, but yourself. My stress level has dropped below my knees and I'm finally content with the subtle chaos of my own. It's so nice =]

The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out.
You left me in the dark.
No dawn, no day.
I'm always in this twilight,
In the shadow of your heart.

I love you Florence and The Machine.
You make me happy =]

There is something going on.

My grandpa - Very ill with ALS, almost dies from a heart attack, yet he turns around like it's nothing and should be released from the hospital soon.

My uncle - Found out he has a type of carcinoma cancer that's usually only found in 14-year-old boys (He's 42). The tumor has shrunk 2 centimeters after one chemotherapy treatment.

There is something wrong (for the best) with my family. I seriously think there's some sort of mutant gene running in my blood lines.