[kuhmit-muh nt] noun

1. the act of committing.
2. the state of being committed.
3. the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.
4. a pledge or promise; obligation.
5. engagement; involvement.
Is there a scarier word?
When the word “commitment” is mentioned, people get all nervous and start twitching.
Don't be this guy.

Don’t be this guy.

Everyone I work with knows that I have a boyfriend. (Side note: He’s completely wonderful, if you didn’t already gather.) Apparently me not dating or flirting with anyone else automatically flashes in people’s brains that I’m engaged. Because why else would I be…shall I say it…committed. Cue gasp.
All this week at work has been interesting. I didn’t realize how forward and rude people really are. Particularly the men. I haven’t spoken to the women at work about this but I’m sure there are plenty of women at my job that have the same mindset as the men. So don’t think I’m picking only the men here. Women are equally at fault. For the sake of this post, you men are my target.
Now, I get along with everyone at work. I laugh when they act silly and say stupid things but this has been happening more frequently and it’s had me thinking about their true intentions. This one particular person, who I shall call, Al, will walk smoothly to me and ask if I’ve broken up with my boyfriend. When “no” is the reply, he’ll say he’s waiting for me with a twinkle in his eye.


First it was an “lol” moment. As if. Now it’s, “Get the heck away from me, you freak.”
“I’d convert to Catholicism just for you.” Ummmm….? I have the one guy tell me that Andrew and I look so cute together that he’ll take me off of his “Girls to Get With” list because he thinks Andrew and I will work out since we’ve been together for almost two years. Someone told me today that he’ll be Muslim so he can have two wives.
These are the petty stories that I have to rant about. The two that really sparked my frustration started when this one lead of mine, Chris, calls Andrew my fiancé. Don’t get me wrong. I love hearing Andrew being referred to as my fiancé, but he isn’t yet and I don’t want to ruin that feeling before I’m even engaged. So I do what I always do, which is to correct.
“He’s not my fiancé yet.” I say.
“Aren’t you engaged?”
“Not for a while.”
“So that means he sees other girls?”
“No.” I say in disbelief.
“Oh, you do?”
“Uhh, no.” What is he thinking? “Just because I’m not engaged doesn’t mean I’m seeing other people.”
Some other guy butts in, “She’s Catholic. She doesn’t do that. The church controls what she does.”
I throw in that I don’t date, I court.
Chris says, “I’m Catholic too. I’ve been married three times.” Sitting in church doesn’t make you a Christian, buddy. No, I didn’t say that, but I wanted to. “Why don’t you get engaged then? What’s taking so long?”
“We want a short engagement. We hear it’s harder on staying chaste and pure and would rather keep ourselves away from that position.”
I get a blank stare at this point.


Will, my other lead, asks me today why I’m not married yet.
“Because we’re waiting until he’s finished with school.”
“What does him finishing school have to do with getting married? You can’t do both?”
“Without an education, he can’t get a good full-time job. Without a good full-time job, he won’t be able to support the both of us.”
“Can’t you do what you’re doing now and get married?”
“No! I’m not going to live away from him. He lives two hours away from me!”
“So? Marriage is just a piece of paper.”
Our society has a crooked view of commitment.
I understand I’m different from the norm. I stay pure. I view marriage as a lifelong commitment. A forever-and-always commitment. When you commit yourself to a person, you are PLEDGING your whole life to the other person. You don’t need to be married to be committed. Andrew knows without a doubt that I wouldn’t betray him. I offered him my spiritual, emotional, physical, and mental commitment. Vice versa.

1639 The consent by which the spouses mutually give and receive one another is sealed by God himself. From their covenant arises “an institution, confirmed by the divine law, . . . even in the eyes of society.” The covenant between the spouses is integrated into God’s covenant with man: “Authentic married love is caught up into divine love.” 1640 Thus the marriage bond has been established by God himself in such a way that a marriage concluded and consummated between baptized persons can never be dissolved. This bond, which results from the free human act of the spouses and their consummation of the marriage, is a reality, henceforth irrevocable, and gives rise to a covenant guaranteed by God’s fidelity. The Church does not have the power to contravene this disposition of divine wisdom. – Taken from the Catechism of the Catholic Church.

Sorry, for ranting. But once I started this, I was committed to finishing.



I love reading! I never understood when people say they didn’t like to read. My heart would break and my IQ would lower a point each time I heard that someone would rather watch the movie of a book than to actually read the book.

What the what?!

Read the book first THEN can you watch the movie. Geez.

Read the book first THEN can you watch the movie. Geez.

Now that summer is here in about *checks calendar* 10 days (whhhhaaaaat!) I have been making my book list of the books that I would love to get through during the summer. I don’t know why I’ve waited until the summer is almost here in order to make this list or to even attempt to read books. It’s not like my schedule changes or I go to school that I had to wait till now.

Albeit, I did. Now what?

I am going to at LEAST down 10 books before the summer is over. I have a full time job and I’m so busy that I forget that I need to read. Reading is like getting away without leaving the comfort of your own bedroom. Who wouldn’t like to read?!

You're never too busy to read.

You’re never too busy to read.

I know this happens to quite a number of people but don’t you just love the smell of books? The smell is breathtaking. I love opening them and walking around with my nose LITERALLY IN the book. It’s like a high that rehab can never cure.



I never want a cure, fyi.

One day I was smelling the inside of a book and thought how wonderful it would be if there was a perfume with that smell. This was a couple of years ago but I had found it! I never bought it because I was a poor college student (now a poor non-college student) but the reviews seemed that the fragrance was really legit. It’s almost like the smell of new shoes. Those smell good too. Just not in the same way. Shoes smell new. Books smell old.

Book hangover. This is me every time.

Book hangover. This is me every time.

Life is just easier with books.

It really is. I can’t imagine life without it. Sure, it’s nice to watch a movie that a book is based of off but don’t base the book off the movie. It doesn’t work.


“If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable.” – Robert Pattinson

I’m not sure if he really said this but if he did, good for him!

Do you have any good book suggestions I could add to my list?