Contests and butts

I've been thinking about it and, well, our world makes everything into a contest and publicizes it in whatever way possible. College? Work? Sports? Understandable. But love? I guess love is sort of a contest. People want the best mate for themselves and are picky about who they choose and often come up with a list of criteria the other person has to meet blah blah etc. Shows like The Bachelor and The Bachelorette are essentially contests on screen to screen out who is best fit for the other person. What I don't really understand though is how or why you would begin and end a relationship on national television. and then there are the who can eat the most hotdogs, who can burp the loudest, who can sing the highest contests. Heck, I bet there is a contest for who can pee the fastest, longest, furthest or whatever. I'm really thankful that getting to heaven is not a contest. I..would not do well.

I have been taking classes at the gym recently upon learning that they were free. First was body combat, then was crunch time, and I just came back from a Zumba dance aerobic class. and WHAT THE HECK dancing is so hard! There were multiple points in the class where we had to shake our butt and hips. I can shake hands, I can shake my head, I can shake my hair, but butt shaking is not a regular motion for me. I tried, I really did, but I have concluded that dancing and looking great is very difficult for me unless looking great means jerking back and forth in a spaz-like manner. I hope I am not scaring off any future husbands here by painting such an unflattering picture of myself. I have other talents though so...let us focus on that. haha.

Summer is passing by so rapidly. I need more time please.