The Olympics have taken over my life.

Let the games begin!

Let the games begin!

I’m writing this as I watch gymnastics, and even though it hasn’t been on very long, there’s already drama with the harsh scoring.

Let me back this up. Okay, so Friday night was the opening ceremony, and I have watched them before, but for some reason I always forget how long they are. As in, they are more than four hours long. I’m going to be honest here, I was struggling and almost fell asleep before the torch was lit.

I will say that, it’s always very interesting to me how the host country chooses to celebrate the opening ceremony; what music they will play, what dances they will perform, and I’ll admittedly say that each time I watch, it reminds me how little I know about other cultures.

I always enjoy watching the Parade of Nations, as you get to see all of the different athletes, and often hear their stories of triumph. And really enjoyed hearing Hoda freak out when the shirtless guy from Tonga came out carrying the flag, and he was sufficiently oiled.

Even though the games have only been on for a few days, this is definitely the most I’ve watched. Also, I don’t even understand the coverage. The descriptions on the TV guide are vague, so I never know if it’s something I need to record or not. So, I ended up recording, like, nine hours swimming and a lot of it was repeated.

I just really, really don’t want to miss Ryan Lochte. Here are some of my other initial thoughts on the Olympics thus far:

  • I loved the Polo blazers team USA was wearing for the parade of nations
  • Hearing all the stories of the athletes who’ve overcome adversity made me really emotional
  • Ryan Lochte’s SnapChat is a saving grace
  • I kind of think they’ve overdone the coverage of the “Olympic Moms”. Yeah, we already know, women are awesome!
  • Why does Michael Phelps talk that way? I feel like his mouth is different than everyone else’s.
  • Synchronized diving is seriously insane. They are perfectly together, down to the pauses and jumps… it amazes me.

At the time of writing, the US has 8 medals, including one gold medal in shooting (by a female, I might add).

Aside from spending a lot of my time watching others live their dreams this weekend (seriously, what’s more satisfying than watching the most fit athletes in the world reach their goals, while I sit on the couch shoveling brownie-pretzel snaps into my face?), I did most of the usual: read, hit the library, did some freelance, worked on the blog, and slept a ton.

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, and I’ll unpack some of those thoughts as the week continues, right here on the blog.

In all honesty, I couldn’t sleep Saturday night, so I took to scrolling Instagram. Big mistake. I could easily see that the last guy I had a crush on was in the habit of “liking” pretty much every post on my feed – as in, people I’m friends with (mostly single women). Ugh.

Despite us not talking, and not even being friends on social media, I just am not in a place where I need to see that. And even when you have someone blocked, it still shows you all the shit they like and comment on. Thanks, Insta.

But what I noticed more than his desperate tries for attention, was the fact that he’d gone back and unliked every single one of my pictures from when we were friends.

Really? Honest question: is this something people do now and I’m just now realizing it? Because I would never do that.

I get it, he hates me. But, that doesn’t change the fact that at one moment in time (a mere several years), he didn’t hate me, and we had some fun. What’s the purpose of going back and unliking all the pictures? If he was trying to do it to hurt my feelings, it worked.

I spent more time than I should have thinking about it yesterday, and I’ve got some solutions to disappointments such as these that I’ll discuss mid-week.

Until then, I’ll be burning calories and stress at dance class, and working to survive another packed week at work. And yeah, I’ll be watching the Olympics… and probably Snapping about it.

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Posted on August 8, 2016, in Light Pulp and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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