Concert Junkie: 10 Stages of Buying the Ticket

It all starts when the band you’ve been dying to see makes the announcement: ON TOUR. 

You immediately check everywhere for a sale date and start asking yourself the questions.

Where will they be? How much are tickets? And tell yourself that if you skip the takeout for the next few weeks you’ll be able to afford tickets. And that you must make sure you get that night off from work.  

YOU. MUST. Be There!

But getting there isn’t always the easiest of journeys. There are a lot of emotions that go along in getting to that magnificent night. 

1. The extreme thrill (or incredible disappointment) when you find out that a band is playing (or not playing) in your area. 

2. You argue with yourself about whether you can do without milk or bread, or tacos in order to afford tickets. 

3. You justify your YES with the argument that they won’t be back your way for a while, so just go for it. 

4. Even if they aren’t coming to your exact area, you calculate the drive and gas, merch. And your sister lives over that way, so you could totally crash on her couch if you don’t want to drive back late.

5. Then the day finally arrives. You get to the venue a few hours in advance because you have to make sure you get a good spot. 

6. You’re looking awesome in the outfit you’ve been planning for weeks ahead of time. 

7. Doors open. You hand over your ticket. There’s a buzz in the air, excitement, and adrenaline.

8. The lights go down, the music starts and everyone in the crowd becomes one. We’re a family, all here for the same reason. 

9. You dance like there’s no tomorrow, singing every song. By the end of the night, you feel more alive than you have in a while. 

10. You know you’ll be completely broke tomorrow, but TOTALLY WORTH IT. 

10 Struggles of Being a Day Person

There are always people saying that they work better at night and just can't do mornings. 

And others that (for some other worldly reason) actually enjoy being up with or even BEFORE the sun. 

But what about those of us that are somewhere in between, the not early birds nor the night owls. The Day Hummingbirds of the world…

1. We don't mind getting up at 9am, but having to be somewhere at 9am is a guarantee we will probably be late. 

2. It takes a special amount of caffeine to wake you up before 10am.

3. We always miss out on pancakes (or Honey Butter Chicken Biscuits) because no one serves breakfast after 11. 

4. You'll never make to the gym or any other workout class for that matter. The early ones are too early and the late ones are too late.

5. You've perfectly calculated how many times you can hit snooze before you'll be late. 

6.The afternoon crash feeling is a real thing. If we could nap it away, we would. 

7. Our eating habits probably suck. We hardly ever have time for a real breakfast, lunch depends on what we’re doing that day, and dinner relies on if we feel like cooking or not at the end of the day. 

8. Day drinking is the only drinking you do, because you're never out late enough for any other kind.

9. You will never understand how people can be productive between the hours of 9pm and 9am.

10.You feel like an old lady when people ask you to do something after dark. If the sun is in bed, so am I. (Or at least watching Netflix on my couch)

Life is a struggle trying to keep up with the people that function at unnatural times of the day.

Being a "Single" for the first time

By: Maria Oropeza

"I may be a twin, but I'm one of a kind."  – Unknown

When most people talk about being “single”, it means that they are no longer in a relationship. But for me, it meant no longer having my twin with me. This may not seem like a big deal to most but for us it was huge.

We had pretty much done everything together for twenty something years. With being a twin comes more than just someone who looks mostly like you, and the never ending questions of have you ever switched places? Or can you read each other minds? Including the endless suggestions of pranks, you could pull off.

It’s a kind of connection that is rather hard to explain. First let me say, no we cannot read each other’s minds. At least not in the “I know exactly what you’re thinking” way. It’s more of a feeling than actual telepathy. That said, going from having probably your bestest friend around ALL the time, to being miles apart is a major adjustment.

Personally, for me moving from Texas to Minnesota was a crazy experience by itself. But doing it without my sister made it that much harder. Having to find my way around and going to events and things alone was a little terrifying. Honestly, I wasn’t completely sure how to talk to people without my sister. When we did things together there was always something to talk about (because we’re twins and people tend to have questions).

Learning how to interact on my own was, at first, intimidating. Doing things alone doesn’t necessarily mean, just me, it meant going out with new people without my sister. When first meeting people I didn’t even mention that I was a twin. I felt like maybe it wasn’t that important. That I was needed to let people get to know me rather than base me off of who part of me was.

I remember when one of my, now best friends, found out that I was a twin. It was a few weeks into the semester and we were at a mentalist show. We had to write down something he couldn’t tell by just looking at us. My friend saw that I had written I was a twin.

Needless to say, she freaked out a little. As much as one can during a show. But in the end, she was totally cool with it. It wasn’t as big of a deal as I thought it would be. She asked the normal “twin telepathy” questions, but was also interested in us as people. Did we like the same things, how are we dealing with being so far apart for so long.

Having moved around most of our lives, we became each other’s security blanket of sorts. You don’t have to endure awkward new kid conversations alone. Or go anywhere new alone. With your twin, you automatically have a buffer. When I decided to go back to school in Minnesota (Texas is home), we both lost that buffer.

On my own meeting new people I had to find something else to say about myself. And at first, I really didn’t know what to say. Who was I? How did people see me when I wasn’t with my sister? Needless to say, I got over my apprehension of telling people who I am as a twin and who I am an individual.

While going places and starting new experiences may be common practice for Singles (what we like to call non-twins) it can be rather nerve-wracking. Your buffer is gone, you feel kind of vulnerable. In a sense part of who you are is thousands of miles away. Even grocery shopping is a new activity. There is no one to bounce dinner ideas off of or to decide if you can afford Spaghetti-O’s or go with the Ramen (always spring for the O’s). On that note cooking for one person tends to be a struggle in the beginning but I started to learn that pasta and leftovers can be your best friend.

Over the years that we’ve been apart my sister and I have become closer from being apart. By becoming a part-time Single, I have come to learn more about myself. Who I am as an individual, who I am becoming and finding my “Muchness” as the Mad Hatter would put it. It’s been a journey that is still not over. There is more for us to discover about who we are as twins and who we are as ourselves.

It's Okay to Cry for No Reason

By: Maria Oropeza

“We need never be ashamed of our tears.” ? Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Some people think it’s a sign of weakness. That you can’t or aren’t able to control your emotions. To all of those people I say, screw you. 

They don’t know what you’ve been through. The struggle, the heartache, the ups, the downs, and those times you thought you couldn’t get any lower. Whether it be because of a relationship you just really wanted to work out (romantic or otherwise), a financial difficulty that you couldn’t foresee, feeling like you’re stuck in life or not knowing what to do next. 

You’ve held it in. Been tough, stuck it out. Not cried because you felt it would be overdramatic or like you were giving up. But that’s okay. Do it. Cry, let it out. It can just be some watery eyes or a few tears. Just let it out. Ugly cry, snotty cry. Let the weight lift off your shoulders. Cry for two minutes or two hours. Cry until you can’t anymore. 

But don’t let that be the end. Don’t tell yourself that, now you’ve cried, there’s nothing else to do. GET UP. Wash your face, reapply your mascara, get yourself an ice cream cone and keep going. This isn’t the end. I’m not saying it will get an easier from here, it probably won’t. But one day you will realize that all the struggles, all the bad times were worth it to get you to the good times. To help you appreciate how good the good times can be. 

You're allowed to scream, you're allowed to cry, but do not give up. 

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