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25.10.11

A Plea

I hear a lot of complaints these days.  They come from girls.  And they're about boys.



I never get asked out on dates!

All the guys I know are either weirdos or whores!  (excuse my language...)

Guys only want to hang out!  

I'm never going to get married!

No guys have their head on straight, they just want to play and have fun!

Guys only want action!

I could never trust a guy, they're all cheaters, liars, and addicted to pornography!

Well, here and now, I want to propose something controversial.  I want to throw the ball into the other court.  I want to turn the blame.  I want to suggest the alternative.  And then I want to plea that you follow my advice.  Yes, I'm talking to young, single females.  I'm talking to the Kristen Gibb from a year or so ago.  And I'm talking to anyone who will read, even if you're a dude.  And I offer a disclaimer; I'm LDS and my perspective is most definitely biased towards my religion.  I am also a girl, so any guy perspectives given are bound to be inaccurate, simply because I'm guessing how the male brain works.  Now allow me to talk you through my mind in a question and answer style...

Q:  Have things always been this way?  
A:  When I say things, I mean the current trends and situations in today's dating scene.  And I answer that with a loud and resounding NO!  And reply with another question:  Has society always accepted women being as forward as they are today?  Because that is another NO!  Go ask your mom, go ask your grandma, "Did you ask boys on dates when you were my age?", "Did you call boys and ask them to come hang out with you?", "Did you ever pull the first move on a guy?"  I'm pretty sure they'll say, wait for it, NO!  Don't get me wrong, I'm all about Women's Rights, it's great that women are moving ahead in the workforce, that they can vote, and most of all, that we can wear pants.  I'm pretty sure I would hate going on a jog in a dress or skirt.  But as girls exercise their increased freedom in the dating scene, they're trampling, squishing, murdering, and massacring that special responsibility reserved for guys.  And as sociology has proven, guys don't like to being belittled or having their toes stepped on.  So they simply withdraw.  Why ask girls on dates, they're doing it.  Why ask girls on dates, they'll just call me to hang out.  Why put myself out there and hold a girls hand, they'll do it eventually.  Solution? Go watch a movie (or read a book!) like Pride & Prejudice, Little Women, or any old-fashioned story that is overflowing with chivalry and where men and women are filling their roles in dating situations the way they were supposed to be filled.  Then apply that to your life.  I'm not saying to avoid guys, I'm saying to avoid their responsibilities.


Q:  Whose fault is it?
A:  If you compare the transcripts from the Relief Society Broadcast and the Priesthood Session from General Conference, you'll notice that the women of the Church get a loving pat on the back and the men get a stern lecture every six months.  Don't let this build your ego up too much ladies.  Here's where I pour a strong dose of controversy into my blog.  I believe girls today are just as much at fault, if not more, than guys are when it comes to the lack of marriages and the disintegration of proper dating relationships.  There.  I said it.  Here's why.  I mentioned above that girls have changed the face and shape of dating by becoming fearfully forward fanatics when it comes to relationships.  But this is not the entirety of the problem.  It goes much more deep than this.  Allow me to explain.  Girls, admit it, we're born with this uncontrollable and insufferable desire to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved.  Our families give it to us while we're young.  But then we move out.  And we begin to want that same acceptance and security and comfort we saw in our parent's marriage.  So we get right to work.  We do everything in our power to be found attractive or acceptable to the opposite sex.  Even if that means completely destroying that person our parent's worked so very hard to raise.  What I mean is this:  Girls forget to want, need, and love who they are in order to find that from someone else, from a guy.  Why are guys attracted to abnormally and unhealthily skinny girls these days?  Because girls are willing to subject themselves to the physical abuse necessary to lose the weight in order to gain a very, very superficial want, need, and "love".  Why do guys love it when girls wear hardly anything and why do guys develop addictions to pornography?  Because girls are willing to reveal themselves in order to feel wanted, needed, and loved.  Why do guys want to kiss and make out without the commitment of a dating relationship?  Because girls are willing to ignore the voice in their head saying, "This is wrong," in order to feel that want, need, and love communicated through affection, even if it isn't really there.  Why do guys refuse to clean up their act, grow up, and tie the knot?  Because girls are willing to be strung along in fruitless relationships since they're convinced no one will ever want, need, and love them outside of their relationship that is clearly want-less, need-less, and love-less, but they refuse to admit and see that too.  Why do guys not respect girls?  Because girls do not respect themselves.  Fortunately, things do NOT have to continue being this way.  There is a way to fix this.

Q:  What is the alternative?
A:  In three words, the answer would simply be, "Girls, RESPECT YOURSELF."  But that is ALOT easier said than done.  What does it mean to respect yourself?  It means to want, need, and love yourself.  The best way I can describe this is by appealing to that inner sense of caring and compassion girls are also born with.  Girls want to be mothers.  They grow up playing house.  They fight over who gets to hold the baby in the room.  They care for dolls.  They babysit.  And all the while they do everything they can to provide the best care possible for that special little spirit or doll they are entrusted with.  Respecting yourself is letting yourself fill both roles.  Realizing that you are the special little spirit or doll as well as the caregiver.  And you deserve and need the same attention and tender loving care you so freely give to everyone else.  Respecting yourself means feeding yourself healthy meals three times a day and limiting the junk food you consume, the same way your mother did while you were growing up.  Respecting yourself means having the self-discipline to set the rules and guidelines your parents did while you were growing up, and enforcing them on yourself.  This could mean having a curfew, having expectations from yourself regarding school, cleaning up after yourself, etc.  This also means exercising the self-restraint your parents might have imposed on you in regards to friends while growing up.  It's great to hang out with friends, but how much homework do you do, how much scripture study takes place, how much practicing of precious talents and hobbies happens, and how much pondering and meditation occurs when you are constantly surrounded by friends?  Alone time is good, it's vital to respecting yourself.  You need to have that time of quiet contemplation in order to truly meet and get to know the important person you are.  Self respect also means exercising the self-restraint your parents might have imposed on you in regards to the opposite sex while growing up.  I don't know about you, but I wasn't allowed to call boys while I lived at home.  I wasn't allowed to have boys in my bedroom.  I wasn't allowed to stay out all night with a boy.  I wasn't allowed to have boy-girl sleepovers.  I'll admit I am however guilty of breaking most, if not all, of these old rules since being on my own.  And I can guarantee I have sorely regretted doing so most of the time.  Respecting yourself is about doing constructive, rather than destructive things.  Respecting yourself does not include starving, bingeing, revealing, rule breaking, time wasting, school failing, priority shaking, or boy grovelling.  Respecting yourself means being your own mother, and a dang good one at that.  And it is absolutely VITAL if you entertain hopes and dreams of marrying a man that will want, need, and love you with the respect you deserve.  If you do not respect yourself, it is going to be very difficult to find someone who respects you.  Respect works best if both parties are involved.

Now I offer a plea.  Girls, please, please, learn to accept who you are and then do everything in your power to love and respect that person.  If this means withdrawing yourself from the social scene for a little bit to figure things out, do it.  If this means breaking up from a toxic relationship, do it.  If this means writing in your journal, studying your scriptures, or asking people who love and respect you for advice, do it.  If this means hanging out with only girls for the next six months until the guys in your life realize that you aren't going to do their job anymore, do it.  Let's start a revolution.  Let's change the dating scene.  Let's go back to the basics.  Let's allow the roles of dating to take their proper places, where guys do the initiating.  We'll still have power, and autonomy, and a say in dating relationships if we give up this responsibility.  I'm not proposing we give up our  confidence, I'm begging us to claim it.  I'm not suggesting we become submissive and silent slaves, I'm pleading that we become strong and sharp self-respecting spirits.  I'm not stating that this is the only way to solve this problem, I'm just offering my perspective and solution.  Let's stop complaining and start doing something.
20.10.11

Restraining Order Please....

I was born a Siamese Twin.  You know, the kind that are conjoined.  And look something like this...


Okay, maybe not literally.  But ever since I can remember, I have had this nasty twin following me so closely we were pretty much conjoined.  Fortunately, around the time I turned maybe 20, we were separated, so she doesn't bug me as much any more.  She's definitely the mean twin.  She loves to make my life miserable.  Even though we're separated, there are days she likes to come visit.  With a vengeance.  Here are some of her favourite things to do when she comes to visit.

When I get up and ready for the day, my lovely twin likes to shout how awful everything I put on looks.  She gets right up in my face when I peer in the mirror and and points out all my blemishes.  Without fail, she'll tell me my makeup sucks, that my clothes don't match, and that I look like I picked my outfit from a garbage can.  Don't even get me started about how she criticizes my hair!  On the days she comes around, she usually makes me late.  It's because I try so hard to please her as I get ready.  And then because I'm late, I'm flustered.  And this only makes her laugh and want more.

When I get to school and am surrounded by people, she likes to tell me that everyone around me is staring at me.  Or glaring at me.  And judging me.  And none of them like me.  And so I put my head down and look at the ground as I walk from class to class.  She makes me so nervous to talk to people, because according to her, they don't care what I have to say.  And because I believe her, I stay quiet and reserved and aloof to protect myself from these people that don't like me.

When lunch time rolls around, she reminds me how much I had for breakfast and that I should probably take things easy.  Not eating is a good size lunch in her opinion.  Or if I really messed up, she'll tell me there's no use in even trying to eat healthy, I've already blown it so I might as well consume as many calories as physically possible that day.  And in her opinion, it's best to eat in hiding.  That way no one will know how much I eat.  And I don't want people to know that because they'll probably think I'm fat or judge me for eating so much.  

When I go to class to write a test, she tells me that I have no chance.  She explains to me how I'm really not that smart and there is no use even trying.  Then she reminds me of everything I didn't study and all the time I wasted and begins to chisel away at any shred of confidence I had going into that test.  When I have the test laying in front of me, she breaths down my neck, telling me I don't know the answer before I've even had the chance to finish reading the question.

When I go to the gym, she stands over me with a whip.  First off, she won't let me leave the change room without reminding me how bad I look.  Then she laughs hysterically the entire time I workout, because my legs and arms jiggle.  She loves to point that out and shriek with glee, "THAT'S FAT!!"  If I don't work out long enough, she tells me that the workout wasn't even worth it, that I shouldn't have even tried.

When I date someone, she loves to point out all the other gorgeous girls my boyfriend would probably be happier with.  She constantly reminds me how things will probably never work out and that there is no use even getting comfortable.  She tells me the only reason a guy would ever date me is so he can enjoy the physical side of a relationship.  She tortures me with lectures on how I don't do enough to appreciate my boyfriend and then contradicts herself by yelling at me for doing too much and being too forward.

When I get into bed at the end of the day, she loves to give her own snide little play-by-play of all the epic failures I acquired in a single day.  She then tells me I have so much to look forward to tomorrow, because I'll probably do it all again.  

According to her, no one cares.  

According to her, nothing I do is good enough.  

According to her, I might as well give up.

Oh!  Forgive me for not telling you her name.  She doesn't actually have one now that I think of it.  If anything, you could call her "Insecurities".

To be honest, I'm so glad I don't have to live with her everyday like I used to.  Although I love to catch up with old friends, she is the one person I would be happy to completely eliminate from my life.  Which is why I would like a restraining order.  Please.

You'd think that being 22 years old would entitle you to being free of insecurities.  If you're younger than that, I'm afraid to tell you that it doesn't.  Your own little conjoined twin is going to hang around as close as you let them for as long as they can.  It's up to you to take the scalpel and cut them off and then it's still up to you to chase them away with a baseball bat when they come for a visit.  Insecurities sure loves me, but oh how I hate her.
9.10.11

Happiness or Happiness

I was texting a friend of mine yesterday.

She was telling me about her problems with a certain guy.

I had talked with her before about him and my opinions still hadn't changed.  He's using her.

After explaining my thoughts in the clearest terms possible ("MOVE ON!!") she replied with something that really struck me:

"But he is so muscelly and so good looking and such a good kisser. :)"

And then it hit me.

So I replied saying:

"Shoot, you're right.  In that case, sacrifice being happy to chase after good looking muscles and kissing."

What was it that hit me?

A question.

This question.

How often do we sacrifice our happiness, all in the name of happiness?

Let me explain.  I'll start with the example of my friend I just mentioned.

Happiness in her situation is the two or three hours a week she sees this guy, the one or two scattered texts he casually shoots her, and the extremely selfish kisses he gives her (let's face it, they aren't emblems of affection, they're a means of him 'getting some').  It's the muscles, good looks, and kissing.  And that's not all.  Happiness in this situation also includes the days she has to go without him even talking to her.  It includes the specific situations around certain people where he'll choose to act like he doesn't know her.  It includes the unanswered texts, the turned down plans, and the pictures on Facebook of him hanging out with other girls.  It's the knowledge she has deep down, but doesn't want to accept, that he is using her.  It's the diminished self-confidence.  It's the formation of misconceptions regarding what relationships really are.  It's the slippery slope that promises to leaves anyone absolutely degraded.  And this is the Happiness she is seeking and gets when she chooses to sacrifice her Happiness.

What exactly is the Happiness she is sacrificing to obtain the Happiness I mentioned above?  Well, it's the slightly empty feeling of not having anyone she's attracted to or interested in.  It's one fewer person to text.  It's going to a party without a person to look forward to seeing.  It's the absence of that giddy feeling she gets when plans are made to hang out with "muscles, good looks, and kissing".  Happiness in this situation also includes the lack of drama and the reduction of those terrible mood swings that range from being ecstatic to absolutely rejected several times a day.  It's the weekends she spends hanging out with her family or girlfriends.  It's the progression of a hobby because there isn't that boy to distract her.  It's the steady accumulation of self-confidence.  It's the time to spend looking at and getting to know other boys that will undoubtedly treat her with more respect.  It's the genuine formation of her own self-respect, because she will have the opportunity to see how she deserves to, nay, must be treated by a guy.  It's the foundation of a skill that, if learned, will lead her to a successful life, the skill of learning to love oneself.  And this is the Happiness she is sacrificing for "muscles, good looks, and kissing."

I've done it before.  Heck, I've done it a few times.  I've made this exact sacrifice, the sacrifice of my happiness for happiness, and I know how tough it is to distinguish the difference between the two.  It takes practice to distinguish the difference between the two.  And this sort of dichotomy of happiness exists in every aspect of life, not just with relationships.  For example...

Sacrificing the happiness of slowly and surely developing the lifestyle and self-mastery that will promote the steady loss of weight for the happiness of starving yourself or going on a fad diet to shed pounds rapidly, then upon going off it, having the weight quickly reappear.

Sacrificing the happiness of having a modest sum of money saved and very few toys for the happiness of luxuries and the gut wrenching avoidance of looking at your bank account or opening bills.

Sacrificing the happiness of your self-respect gained through dressing modestly for the happiness of turning heads and receiving the attention of men who have intentions far from respectful.

I could go on and on.  

Why do we do this to ourselves?  Why do call our pursuits towards misery happiness?  Why do we convince ourselves to sacrifice our true happiness?  Why, why, why?!

I'm convinced that the ability to distinguish between happiness and happiness is one of the most important lessons a person could learn on this earth. 

Are you unhappy?  Then I suggest stepping back and examining whether the priorities and path of your life are leading you to happiness or happiness.  
3.10.11

A Matter of Perspective.

I went to High School with a girl that loved listening to Bob Marley.


She also got a kick out of Teen Girl Squad.


But what I remember most about her was the utopian, happy-going perspective of life that she regularly shared in a seminary class we took together.  In nearly every class she would mention how excited she was to read the scriptures, learn the gospel, get married, read the scriptures with her husband, learn more about the gospel, have babies, read the scriptures and teach them, and at the end of it all, live in heaven.  Life was exciting and spiritual to her.  Haha, I remember one class where she complained about having to do homework because it really didn't matter in the "grand scheme of things" (That hit me like a stab to the heart - "Homework does matter!!!", although I wasn't quite sure how...)



At the time, as a young and skeptical grader twelve-er, I remember thinking how the Bob Marley music must be getting to her.  She was the closest thing I'd ever experienced to a "Hippie".  A real optimist.  And always quick to giggle.  Grade twelve-er Kristen thought she was a little childish and kinda silly.  Twenty-two year old Kristen envies her.  

Twenty-two year old Kristen envies the crystal clear perspective she had somehow managed to cultivate as a mere seventeen year old.  An eternal perspective.

What is perspective?  It's personal.  It's the glasses through which you see the world.  It's what shapes your opinions, moulds your ideas, and motivates your actions.  It's how you apply your past to your future.  It's your personal, internal means of navigation and direction through your own life.

Then what makes one's perspective eternal?  

Eternity is what happens after life here on earth.  Heaven.  An eternal perspective is when you live looking forward to eternity, to life after death, to heaven.  Which means you differentiate between the things that matter and the things that matter most.

Taken at "The Farm" - the closest place on earth to eternity.

Since moving back to Calgary I've felt so... rushed.  The city is so fast paced; there's so much to do, so much to get done, so many places to go, and what feels like literally so little time.  But the truth is, I have exactly the same amount of time I had back in Waterton during the summer.  And after reading some exemplary blogs lately (check this out!), I've realized that I need to start weeding out the things that don't really matter in my life.  I need to recheck my priorities.  I need to start living for eternity.

Checking up on my friends on Facebook matters...

...but cultivating and nourishing real relationships,
face to face, in person,
matters most.

Reading all the latest blog posts, 
from the people I love to follow matters...

...but reading about truth and light, studying the scriptures,
learning and growing,
matters most.

Dedicating a lot of time to doing really
well in school, exercising, and hanging out matters...

...but dedicating my time to service and good works,
and sharing that which blesses my life with others,
matters most.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that my friend in high school really had it right.  Homework isn't the most important thing in my life.  The time I spend on Facebook and checking other blogs could be invested a lot better.  The people I meet here and now matter; I need to get to know them and genuinely love them.  Eternity is real.  It's what matters most.  My perspective needs to be eternal.