Trust

What is trust? Is trust real or something we make up in our heads? When do we realize that a level a trust has been broken? Is it in a lie, a word, holding something back, or all of the above? A definition of trust is: it is where you expose your vulnerabilities to people, but believing they will not take advantage of your openness. Looking at this definition is trust real? I believe it, its that point when someone has become so real to you, so close to you, that for once in your life you can let your guard down and just be you. There is no judgment, no expectations, no demands, just acceptance. This is that ultimate level of being vulnerable. Most times you will allow this person the honor of knowing you deeply, a level of closeness no one will ever experience. But then what happens when that trust is broken? What happens to that relationship? That feeling you can never trust that person again. That relationship can never be the same, there is always that wonder if you can look at them the same or give them that honor again. Open up and be vulnerable to them again. In your mind it's always the question, what else can they do to brake my trust. Trust is like a vase..once it's broken, even though you can fix it, it will never be the same. It is really sad when this is broken between two people. So the next time you are about to brake someones trust, think to yourself, "Is this worth the outcome of broken trust?"

I am not writing this for myself but talked to a friend tonight who had a level of trust broken and I really felt like I needed to write this for them, because it could have been me.

Weekend even though it's Tuesday

Ok so this is a little late but I'm going to write about my weekend, it was both restful but busy at the same time. The weekend started with Friday, once the clock hit 5:00pm I was out of the office. For my work-studies (which according to my friend beth, they are the most amazing things in the world) they know that I do not work past 5:00pm, they have come accustom to having all of their books packed and ready to head out the door by that time, otherwise I am kicking them out of work. However, at 5:00pm Beth and I had to go run some errors and for the two of us this is nothing new. She was getting ready to spend a fun filled night with her boyfriend, who I think is probably the funniest guy I have ever met. Then after the errors I went to dinner with my friend Kristina, her amazing family and of course to abnormally tall boyfriend, who I adore. We went to an Italian restaurant downtown, which is one of my favorites. We talked, we ate, we laughed, what else do people do when eating Italian food, its kind of like that comes with the meal. It was fun night. The next day I was on what my job calls "duty", which means I am a prisoner on the campus and must be here if one of the children gets into trouble. However, this Saturday I didn't seem to mind it because I spent the whole day in bed. The only time I got out of the bed was to go to lunch with Beth, who surprisingly wanted to eat in the cafe. Now Beth graduated in May and probably ate in the cafe a whole 5 times when she was a student and now here she was getting out of her bed, leaving her apartment to come eat in the cafe, I really can't explain. Then it was back to bed for me.

After I laid in bed ALL day I had to get up to make myself look presentable for the men's basketball game. I really need to tell you that if it wasn't for a few select men on that team (you know who you are), I would have continued my lazy day in bed. So I there I was at the game supporting Kristina's abnormally tall boyfriend, who may I say does not play due to a broken arm, and some of his other friends that keep him company on the bench. As I was at the game all I could think about was how I had hardly had anything to eat all day. The men lost sadly, sorry guys. But then I was hoping that I could get some food. However, being the good friend I was I told Kristina I would wait with her for her boyfriend to come out of the locker room . Well 2hrs later the boys were still in there and I was now tired and hungry, not a good combination. They did eventually come out but I lost track of the time.
Sunday was a pretty chill day. Went to breakfast at IHOP, which was amazing. For anyone going you should try the endless pancakes, its true that they just keep coming. Then went to a friends house for the day. But ended the day with my friend munchkin, who is this feisty girl who plays soccer. But all in all the weekend was fun....now this upcoming weekend will have some great stories...

The Four Loves of My Life

So I was sitting at my desk today talking to some people about college life and how it is the best years they will ever have. I was telling stories of my best friends who are the 4 loves of my life. People say that you only have one love of your life so I guess I must be special because I have 4. They have been there through everything. We all met in college but when you look at us you would never think that we are best friends. We have the Cheerleader- JG

She is the most amazing person I have ever met. She is bubbly and loves to have a great time. We first met her freshmen year and my sophomore when we both discovered that we were cheerleaders in high school and liked to date football player. Boy have we come a long way since then. Her and I have had so many fun memories. Our favorite thing to do is take random road trips together. She could call me at anytime and say lets go out of town in an hour and I would say yes..that's just the uniqueness of our friendship. We are practically sisters and being around us you can see it. One of our dreams is to save up money and one day get into a car and drive with no destination, just drive and see where we end up. When telling her parents about this idea they laughed at us (like they often do) and said sounds good to us. So someday when no one can find us we might just be in a car driving somewhere.

Then there is the "little one"- Jessie:
She is the girl I will call when my world is falling apart because most of the time she will tell me what I don't want to hear but knows I need it. She is trendy and funny and sometimes surprisingly ghetto. This is funny because she is a southern girl that lives in a glorified double wide trailer (I'm not making fun of it, I love the trailer). I love spending time with her. She always has something new going on and is all over the place. She has such a special place in my heart. She lives in Coastal so I don't get to see her that much but when we are together it's always a great time.

There is the kind of "Emo" one- Jack Jack
I have to admit when I first met Jackie I did not think that we would be friends and that's ok to say because I know she felt the same way. Seeing as she was the "emo" kid and I was the cheerleader. When I first met Jackie she was kind of weird and wanted to spend time with her friend Mary Jane, seeing as Mary Jane and I don't get along, we could never be friends. However, it's amazing to see what being in a bible study together will do. I don't know what I would do without Jackie in my life. She is crazy and fun loving. I'm really glad she moved back to Charleston, she was missed when she moved home. We mostly hang out and watch movies together or have game nights.

There is "Audio Gifted" one- Dee
Dee is really the sweetest person I have ever met. I don't think there is a person in this world that she does not like. She is great at making people feel accepted and loved. And for all of you who have not seen this girl at a sporting event she is a FAN!!!!..she will yell, scream, jump up and down and be all deck-out for her time. Sometimes she almost seems scary. I love to be around her. She is right now living in LA where she is working with a ministry doing t heir music. She has an amazing gift to understand how to put together an audi o production. Better her than me, there are too many wires for me to keep track of.

These are the 4 loves of my life and I don't know where I would be without them. You will hear more about them as I continue to tell my stories. They have helped to make me the person I am and will always be a major part of my life. We have laughed, cried, yelled, cheered, been disappointed in each other, but in the end we have remained best friends.

Kelby

This is a story of a girl that is really two girls. One night my friend "vault" and I were hanging out. We decided that we would go and see another friend of ours however, we really felt that we did not want to spend the rest of the night with this friend.(I promise we are not mean people and don't act like you have never felt this way) So we both thought that it was a good idea to come up with a story that would make us have to leave. However, when it came time for the story "vault" made the story about me. She told our friend that my best friend was going through a "crisis," but the "crisis" she was going through was one another friend of mine had. "Vault" thought that by putting these two together the story would be more believable. When I asked her the name of my so called best friend with the "crisis" she said her name was Kelby. Which made the story even more believable since when you put the name of my best friend and the other friends name together you get Kelby. Thank you "vault" for doing this since you know how bad it is to lie and now we both don't have to lie because this girl is both my best friend and there was a crisis. So I have a feeling that Kelby will be coming back sometime, I just never know when she will be back and have another crisis. Please when you hear of Kelby remember that she is a real person..well actually she is two people. Oh, and we ended up having a lot of fun with the friend we did not want to spend the whole night with.

The Start

This is my first post and all of this is new to me, however, I thought that it was necessary to make a blog because of all that happens in my daily life. Between my job, my life and my friends I always have a story to tell. There is so much that goes on in the life of a girl who lives the life I do. Some days are funny, some sad, some just plan confusing, and some that drive me mad. I hope that whoever reads this will enjoy the stories that will come from the South. The reason why I chose the title of this blog was because of where I live the building is the Southern building and I live in South Carolina, so it works. I will start to post more soon.