Tonight, we saw the play Five Women Wearing the Same Dress, in which five women who are chosen as bridesmaids come together (reluctantly) to support their friend on her Big Day. As each bridesmaid’s story is unveiled, we realize that none of them genuinely “knows” the bride anymore, and all have been chosen just for the sake of having bridesmaids to fill in the duties. The more I hear about weddings, the bigger the wedding parties seem to get – five, seven, ten, even fourteen bridesmaids! It seems that women today just want more bridesmaids to fulfill their picturesque view of what their wedding should look like rather than choosing bridesmaids based genuinely on how close she is to each.

It’s almost always one of the first questions one is asked in any new social setting. The question, “What do you do?” is another way of asking someone, “What is your approximate income level?” or “What is your socioeconomic status relative to mine?” or potentially worse, “If we are around the same age, your potential answer will give you status or no status relative to my own achievements to date and cause me to either feel good or even worse about myself.” How awkward would it be to instead ask someone when you first meet him, “What are you passionate about?” or “What inspires you?” Would that then come off as being phony, or would you seem more genuine?

In New York, one really appreciates quiet, alone time. The constant traffic, outdoor chatter, and horns honking can get exhausting. When we finally get that chance to get into our apartment and be in our zone, it’s almost a relief. So it’s funny when I’m asked how I feel once Chris’s parents and brother have left after a week of staying with us. The assumption is that I feel relieved. The truth is that I am a little sad because I’ve realized that despite the need we all have for alone time, the need is even greater for us to be surrounded by happy, positive people who imbue us with more optimism. So if you are constantly surrounded by that, there’s less likely to be a huge need to be alone.

Although I have been on this earth (in the U.S.) for 27.5 years, I am embarrassed to say that I am “one of those Americans” who has never visited Canada. It’s not that I do not care to visit; it’s just never happened because there were times when I wanted to take the bus up from Boston, but had no one with accompany me, or times like the last few years, when I had prioritized visiting Europe and Asia. I guess my excuse is that it is so close to New York, I know it will always be there, and it hasn’t honestly ever been at the top of my ‘to-do’ list.

Today, we took a day trip to the Poconos, where we saw some beautiful views and visited wineries. I thought back to the time I was in Napa two months ago, and I thought about how overrated Napa Valley is. Because of the notoriety that the region has gained, every winery and tasting room there seems to think that they can charge ridiculous prices just for you to take a couple of sips of wine. Lucky for us, other areas of this country, like Willamette Valley in Oregon and the Finger Lakes in upstate New York, are becoming more well known among wine connoisseurs, and hopefully consumers will realize exactly how overhyped (and overpriced) Napa is.

One of the beliefs that I was brought up with was that I should trust no one. I realize how cynical that seems since we are supposed to love thy neighbor and help others, but the truth is that we only fully know what our own motives and thoughts are, and we have little control of others. And when you move to a place like New York, where everyone is here to look out for themselves and take what they can get, it tends to exacerbate that thinking. How much can you learn to trust anyone, and what do they have to do to prove that you can trust them?

One of the best things about going to the gym in the morning is how quiet it is. I never have to pounce on a locker, trainers are not aggressively trying to solicit me, and I don’t worry about a workout class having enough space. I’ve also realized that after the first ten minutes when my alarm goes off at 5:50am and I hate my life that the feeling quickly subsides, and as soon as I’ve been active for over ten minutes, I get on an exercise high and just want to keep going and going. Then before I know it, an hour and a half has passed.

People say that Gen Y, or the “millennials,” are the “me” generation – the ones who constantly think that the world revolves around them. Two out of my three best friends are in their late twenties, and they both think that they are going through “quarter life crises” because neither of them is happy nor feels fulfilled. Is labeling these thoughts worthy of the quarter life crisis label, or is it all just overhyped drama to draw attention and make situations seem much bigger than they are? Perhaps we all need to stop thinking about being happy and instead take real, actionable steps that will activate our minds and bodies.

Today, we live in a world obsessed with staying connected. When we wake up, one of the first things that the majority of us do is check our mobile phones for messages, e-mail, or news. Ninety-seven percent of all mobile phone users keep their phones within three feet of them at all times. It’s pretty much the norm that even at a meal, your dining partner will check his phone and disconnect from you, the person breathing in front of him. The saddest thing about this obsession to constantly stay connected virtually is that it creates a complete disconnect from the today and this actual moment happening right now.

The baby name trends between 2011 and 2012 showed an increase in preferences for non-Anglican names. Apparently, the prevalence of names like Christopher and Sarah are on the decline. It reminded me of how I’ve always wanted to name my future children more ethnic, uncommon names so that when someone asked for Sayuri in class, no one would say, “Sayuri who?” Yet when I shared this thought with my friend, she said, “but you’re not Japanese,” if I were to choose a Japanese name. My mother is not French, yet she named me Yvonne, so what is the problem? We are living in an ever-changing, increasingly global world, so we should accept the beautiful differences among us, including given names.