San-ity Fran-kly

I had been planning for a few months to take a mini vacation to San Francisco with my best friend, Erica. And this weekend was that trip.

So here's the whole run-down:
This quarter has just been a barrel full of mess! For the past few weeks, I have just about had enough of people and their drama. This all started with my cousin who basically said a lot of messed up things about my family and me and lied in order to make herself look better in the eyes of the Pastor of my church (that's all to make a long story short). People at school have just been putting their two-cents into my business when it doesn't belong. I finally came to the realization about 2 weeks ago, that people have been taking my niceness for granted and stomping all over me. Well no more.

Basically, this San Francisco trip couldn't have come at a better time. While in the car, I was just playing my ipod in order to pass the time and keep me and Erica awake for the 7 hour drive. There was lots of singing and dancing (in the seat, of course).

Friday night, we took a dinner cruise in the Bay and had a really good time. It was awesome. We sailed under the Bay Bridge, around Alcatraz Island and under the Golden Gate Bridge and came back. It was lovely. The downside of this fabulous evening, was the fact that we got back to the parking garage and the grate was pulled down. Apparently, the garage closed promptly at 10p and we didn't get back to it until 1045-ish. The sign said that we needed to call the number on the door and pay $50 for someone to come back and open the door. I didn't really care because I didn't want to 1)wait for a taxi or 2)pay for the taxi that night and then in the morning to come back and get the car. It wasn't that kind of serious to me. Before I could even dial the number, a man happened to be inside the garage and asked if we wanted to pay the $50 to get the car out and without hesitation, Erica and I said "yes". We walked to the car, drove to the exit and the man said he would only charge us $20. I had no problem with that. I can definitely tell you that it was God's grace.

We went back to the hotel and went to sleep since we had a reservation to go on the Alcatraz tour at 1030a Saturday.
Saturday started out okay until I decided to text roommate about noise issue. This went back and forth for awhile until I finally said that I couldn't take it anymore and that if the situation wasn't rectified, there would be grave consequences. I didn't let that issue damper my day. Went to Alcatraz and had a most surreal experience and then went to China Town for lunch at Four Seas Restaurant for Dim Sum. After we ate, we HAD to go shopping in China Town. We walked around for awhile and I purchased many things and of course had to carry them all the say back to the hotel.

Our hotel was on Lombard Street and if you know San Francisco at all, you know that this is the hilly-survy street. I wanted to walk the length of the curve but psyched myself out because I didn't see a sidewalk. Instead, we walked around it and ended up taking Chestnut (which runs parallel to Lombard). While walking up the steep hill, I was getting out of breath (toll of the stress on my body and the lack of energy in keeping up my health) and carrying that heavy bag wasn't helping. I stopped halfway up the hill and wanted to throw the bag in the air and just watch it fall all over the place. But I didn't do it.

In retrospect, this bag represented the weight of people's problems that I carry around with me all the time. It's the emotional baggage I've been carrying around for months. Everyone's disappointment in me (for whatever reason), my niceness. After getting back to the hotel, I realized that I didn't want to do this nice thing anymore. I'm tired of people stepping all over me and then wonder why I am responding the way that I am. Now you know. If I'm not talking to you, it's because I just need to remove myself from your drama and not help you anymore. I help because I want to, not because someone is paying me to. So don't take advantage of my niceness anymore. I am officially taking matters into my own hands and am not going to be nice about situations anymore. You may hate me for it, but this is for my sanity, frankly.

Breaking Up

Breaks up are hard.
Especially if you've been with someone since you were 17.

To my dearest roommate, I am here for you if you need me. Lay it all on me and I will help you carry the load.