WOW. It’s been a while…

As the headline states, it has been a while my fellow and few followers. First things first, I hope you all are healthy, washing your hands, and keeping distant from one another as much as you mentally can handle.

Things have been easy on my end. Thankfully I am considered essential and still have work keeping me busy. I won’t sugarcoat it, I too wish I could stay home all day and just watch Netflix series, but I appreciate having a job and a paycheck still. Especially considering how many individuals and families are struggling through the month, wondering each day how they’re going to get by while out of work. Things aren’t great, but hang in there because we really are all in this together.

So quarantine life, well it is different, that’s for sure. The difference really has me wondering (as a writer and a reader) what kind of future is in store for us.

We’ve seen the dystopian films, we have read the novels, and we have examined the many series created under the premise of the world’s ending. Now this may not be some apocalyptic ending to Earth’s existence, but what it could be is the beginning stages of the collapse of modern civilization. This wouldn’t be the first time either.

The Roman empire has fallen before, the Mayans have been ruined in the past; civilization has a long history of its ups and downs. Although society has collapsed in the past, civilization as a whole has moved on and persevered through the hard times. Would it not be brilliantly ironic for mankind’s stature to finally fall under the stance of economic failure due to a SARS virus that has slowly and randomly attacked the immune system of many people, varying in age, race, and health? A disease with not patter as for who it will take out.

No, we don’t have our first annual purge coming forth and I am sure we are a long ways out from any televised manslaughter of underage children. Who knows though, maybe there are people with antibodies in their blood type, and first we must send them through a maze to ensure their compatible immunity. The complete divide of our world into different social classes may be a ways off though. And although Rainman may not be saving our lives from a fast acting, lethal virus, somebody out there must be trying to, right?

To think that after everything, all the imagination and creativity in the world, nobody was predictive enough to create a dystopia where people wore face masks and had to maintain a six foot distance from one another. Although that could be worked into a very great love story I bet. Like the film Five Feet Apart. I’ve never actually watched it, but I imagine Cole Sprouse and Haley Lu Richardson’s characters felt similar to how we’re all feeling now, minus the extra foot of spacing.

Maybe Idiocracy had it right, and this is our descend into the world’s dumbest era. Perhaps we have evolved so much that was have started devolving. Is it possible we’re reverting backwards from our development? We were having to tell people not to eat laundry detergent last year so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.

Still, what does this all mean for mankind. Will this all blow over in another month or are we truly facing a deadly disease that will affect man’s numbers in the way many plagues have done in the past? Is this something to be taken seriously? Have we doomed ourselves by not taking the necessary precautions sooner? Is this the beginning of the end, or just another chapter in the history books of the year 2030? Where is the line going to be drawn and have we already crossed it?

I don’t like the idea of thinking this is the end, frankly because it is similar to the ending of the Game of Thrones; hardly thought out and distasteful. Like c’mon God, you promised killing us all off by fire next time, not an invisible virus that may or may not affect us and may or may not kill us.

So I guess to wrap things up, here are a few pointers for those trying to stay safe and healthy out there. Although I may not be a doctor myself, I have family members in the line of healthcare and I am myself not a complete idiot.

DON’T TOUCH YOUR FACE. Unless you just scrubbed your hands cleaner than a whistle (are whistle’s really our standard of clean though?).

WEAR MASKS IN POTENTIALLY CROWDED/CONTAMINATED PLACES. Gloves are overkill and will not protect you. They offer a false sense of protection. When you wear gloves all day, you’re likely going to wash your hands less, touch your phone while wearing gloves, and the place the potentially contaminated phone DIRECTLY on your face The purpose of the mask is not only to keep your germs in place, but also to remind you not to touch your face.

WASH YOUR HANDS. This is the most critical part to your health. At least 30 seconds of washing with soap and hot water. Remember to scrub under your nails too!

STAY HOME IF YOU CAN. It is understood that a lot of people still have to work and that we want to live our lives still. So whenever possible, stay home, and remember to disenfect your house weekly if not daily depending on your household exposure.

Thanks again for reading. I hope you all are doing well and if you’re not, please reach out to someone. Even if it is me! As Zac Efron, Corbin Bleu, Vanessa Hudgens, and Ashley Tisdale put it, we’re all in this together, and it shows when we stand NOT hand in hand, but six feet apart.

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Book Snippet

In this time of quarantine I have taken to my laptop and the writing of my four-part saga. It is a post-apocalyptic themed book series (this was decided long before our ongoing pandemic) after a massive alien invasion of Earth.

Today I am spending my afternoon revising, rewriting, and editing the second book of the franchise. In these days of chaos, lock down, and social anxiety I find that the words I wrote last fall seem more relatable now than they ever did to me before. So in this post I would just like to share a snippet/sneak peek of my upcoming book, Skull Diver Vol. 2: The Beginning of the End:

We trekked for what seemed like a long time. Assuming the average person took about twenty minutes to walk a mile, we had to have been at least halfway through the tunnel at that point. Then again, without my watch we had no real way to keep track of time.

Down there out of daylight, what felt like an hour really could have been only fifteen minutes. In the same sense, what seemed like fifteen minutes could have actually been thirty. It really threw me off not having the light of the sun to follow, nor an operating clock.

So, there we were in the Transbay Tube. We had walked either half of it or more. At least an hour had passed or maybe two. Perhaps three, or perhaps no full hours had passed at all. Still, Madison managed to find things to babble on about the entire way; tunnel facts, old school friends and bullies, why she liked her sneakers because they had been durable for so long, even after the world had “ended”.

At the time, I did not like thinking that the world had ended. Sure, things were bad, but it had only been a little over a year. There was still a chance that the tables would turn. Looking back now, I guess it really was the beginning of the end.

I may be comparing apples to oranges here, but I do feel a different connection with those words in this time of national quarantine. How many days have passed with this virus spreading all the while? How many weeks, months have gone by and how any more will pass before things return to normal. Will they return to normal?

Sure things seem bad, but it has only been three months. This can’t be the beginning of the end, but it is the start of some kind of new life style for all of us. Stay strong, stay home, and stay healthy.

Let me know if you are interested in my sharing of tidbits of my novel. I can always share more.

A Taste of Heartbreak

I understand the irony of this post given my last one. Truth is, I made a mistake in opening myself up and becoming vulnerable to someone after so long. I realize that now and it hardly took a week .

How do you even describe heartbreak? A constant wave of nausea that you cannot fight. The impending doom of being single forever and never connecting with another human so well again.

They are right when they say that you can’t eat. Each bite seems too dry. Each chew feels too long. Each swallow is too heavy.

They are wrong when they say that you can’t sleep. Sleep becomes the only comfort in the day, because in your sleep you can pretend things are how they once were; peaceful. The hard part is waking to the harsh reality that things are no longer the same.

The conversations are not the same. The smiles are not the same nor is the laughter that comes from you. The lack of motivation slowly becomes overwhelming, and the next thing you know you are cluttered in a mess of days running into one another.

The only way to get through it is by distractions. Friends, community events, work, hobbies.

Yet when your friends and family are in relationships, seeing it is like sugar in the wound; it is sweet to see their happiness, but it stings.

When you live in a small community it becomes difficult to go out. There is the constant fear of running into your heartbreaker in public. What do you do? What do you say? How appropriate is it to hide and avoid eye contact?

Work helps a lot, work may be the only short term cure. A constant distraction five to eight hours out of the dragging day.

As for hobbies, well who can focus on that when there is so much to do around the house? And how can you get anything done when anytime the slightest thing goes wrong you shatter into a thousand pieces?

Unfortunately time is the only medicine for heartbreak. I have been here before and I know that one day I will wake up and I will feel better, almost brand new. The past will finally be in the past and my mind will be clear once more.

All I can do is make it through each passing day until that one comes.

Hope for the Best; Expect the Worst

When you have experienced disappointment as much as I have, you realize it is actually easier to handle bad news when it is expected. That’s because when you get your hopes up you also give yourself the opportunity to be let down. It could be a seen as a negative outlook on life, I however consider it to be a realistic outlook on life.

I bring this up because I have recently opened my heart once again in my dating career. My past experiences dating have all ended…well rather poorly, thus resulting in my last two years being single. I had my options, I just wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole. Why? Because I was scared.

Heartbreak is not something anybody wants to deal with, and when you’re in the dating game it comes around more often than not. It sucks to feel betrayed or fooled, and it hurts to be disrespected or mistreated. Sometimes it felt easier to hide away from the vulnerability than to ever face heartbreak again.

Yet here I am, susceptible and vulnerable to it as I dive into a new relationship. It feels right though, and everything has been going well so far this past week…then again my previous relationship lasted nine months before going south.

The fact of the matter is, I do not want to get my heart crushed to pieces again, and I certainly do not want to cry over ANOTHER guy in my life. So my advice to myself is to hope for the best, but expect the worst.

I am NOT suggesting to act crazy with constant paranoia and fits of jealousy. I do not want to pick a fight every chance I get or try to seek out every little problem. I am simply keeping my eyes open, and allowing myself to be PREPARED for the worst case scenario. That way if and when something does start going wrong I will not be totally blind sided by it.

Then again, not acting crazy is easier said than done these days. How can you expect someone to not be nervous about their significant other when half of our lives are spent online, and asking to snoop through each others phones seems to me like a lack of trust, and what is a relationship without real, honest trust? So obviously when he says he wants to hangout with his friends who are also girls, I am going to be worried that they might hit on him or put him in a tricky situation. However, I HOPE that he is decent enough to get out of those situations without having to regretfully deliver bad news to me the next day. BUT I will fully EXPECT that each time, that way I feel better when it doesn’t happen and also better still when it does because then I can be like, “hmm, I saw this coming,” with my lips all pursed and my arms crossed and shit.

So this is where I am at in life. Opening up to a new person and being absolutely terrified that I will be broken again. We’ve got to stay positive still though, don’t we? I cannot allow my relationship to be ruined because of my own insecurities making me miserable.

Any words of advice from out there? How can I make this relationship work and also not become a fool being tricked into love by yet another indecent human being? When will enough time pass that I won’t feel insecure around him? Will that ever happen or will I always be worried that I am not going to be good enough for him?

I guess only time will tell.

The Shoe Analogy

An analogy written many years ago, and finally shared today.

To walk a mile in an addict’s shoes one would find their heels chafing, their toes cramping inwards; they would find the holes in the soles with no plans of replacement. They would be uncomfortable, and it wouldn’t be rocket science to recognize this. The optimal solution for them would be to merely take of the shoes. They are in poor condition and it can be seen that they do not fit well.

Options begin to appear; one could go back to the old shoes they used to live in, the ones that may be a little uncool to wear but are still wearable with the addition of feeling much better. Another idea would be to purchase a new pair of shoes that will fit one’s new lifestyle and personality change.

The point is, there are options. Always so many options every passing day.

Yet while trying to take off these unsupportive, worn down shoes after years of being casted to their feet, they realize that the lining is a little tight now, or that the laces have tangled themselves and the effort it would take to untangle this combobulation of strings is far more elbow grease than it is worth. Therefore, they just leave the shoes on and move forward with their discomfort rather than struggle through the metamorphosis of their footwear. The struggle of change has been validated.

This is when the addiction becomes real, and it is right in front of their eyes, but the letters are too small to read and the lights are blinding and even though there is an idea of what’s going on, things still are not being understood. How can one know that they are supposed to change if the instructions are not clear? How can one even do so?

To quit a drug- or to move out and on from any addiction, be it depression, obsession, alcoholism, introversion, eating, exercising, sex, whatever the mind attaches itself to- the best path is to seek help, get clean and sober from the addiction, and follow a healthy routine to continuously deter one from stepping back into those old shoes. Who would want to go back to those rugged cleats anyhow? Put them in the back of the closet; repress their existence. Forget about them.

Forget about them when you’re going out for the night with a gal pal or a bromate.

Forget about them when you feel lonely in a crowd of strange faces, or worse; in a herd of familiar ones.

Forget about them when you speak and are unheard; when you are screaming out into the universe, yet nothing responds back.

Forget about them when you are anxious about your future, your decisions and actions that needs to be made. Meanwhile you find yourself worrying that every action and decision you have made up until that point has been wrong. Has it all been wrong? Have you always been wrong? Is it the world that is broken, or is it you who does not fit into it?

Do not envision their style or their memorable feel when you are feeling low and in need of a familiar discomfort.

Forget. About. Them. Try to remember the comfort of the new.

Especially when the new ones are, well different. They are unmarked of damage, they offer great support, and make you feel like you could run a mile in any which direction. They allow one to fantasize about being youthful and full of natural energy. To be innocent like a child again, free of fear and anxiety and the scars that have scratched the fabric and tore the soles; that have hurt your soul. You can do it. We all can.

But under that superficial layer…one cannot forget that these feet are still the same old feet. Bruised, scarred, and permanently damaged. Even though it may not be seen by others, it is still felt inside. It is always felt on the inside too much, and never shown on the outside enough.

So, who are we kidding? Who were you kidding? Sure, one can have on a new pair of shoes that make things appear to be better and brighter, but don’t forget the little details here- the shoes are new, but you are not.

A Note on Mental Health

March 2nd has cordially become mental wellness day this year. Most of the advertising that I’ve seen for this has been pushed towards the teen community, but mental wellness is important in all stages of life. From adolescence to young adults to people in their thirties and beyond, the state of your mental health is always one to be concerned with. Because a mentally unwell adult is just as likely to take action as a teenager is.

This is a topic that I connect very personally with, and depression is something which I have struggled with for as long as I can remember. I have talked to therapists, I have taken the prescription drugs to help, I have smoked pot to drown out my emotions, and I have even spent two weeks in the hospital due to my wavering instability. So yes, this is a topic that I will not joke around about because I understand the struggles people face mentally, and they can be vastly difficult to overcome.

Obviously we all have different experiences in life and react to certain situations in varying ways. I cannot speak on behalf of everybody with depression, nor can I tell you the exact ways each person with mental problems struggles. The human mind is so much more complex than science, research, and studies can make it out to be. My mind does not work the same way that my sister’s does, and hers does not work the same way that our parent’s do. We all think, behave, and act in our own mannerism, so no I will not speak out for everyone who struggles with their emotions, but I will speak on behalf of myself and my challenges, and I am sure there are people out there who can relate to what I say.

In my non-professional opinion, depression is very similar to happiness in the sense that it is a fluctuating mood. Meaning that we will not always be happy in the same sense that we may not constantly be sad. There are some days where I am great, on top of the world, and I feel like nothing can bring me down. Then there are the days where I can hardly pull myself out of bed to face the next sixteen hours.

Depression comes in waves, like a current, and so does happiness. It is not a destination, rather it is a constant battle. There are ways you can suppress the sadness, sure there are, but that does not mean it has gone away. I can go months without shedding a tear, and then one things goes wrong one day and the floodgates are opened and I cannot stop the salty fluid from gushing out. Maybe I will cry until my head hurts and my nose is running and I feel like vomiting. Then I might feel fine again for many days, or weeks, or months. This does not mean that I am healed or cured from my depression. It is still there. It is always there.

On the topic of mental wellness, I find it is most important to remember that just because somebody appears fine on the outside, or someone who has struggled before seems to be doing better, does not always mean that they are. Whether it is depression, anger issues, being bipolar, or whatever else fills the book of mental problems, we all have to remember that it takes constant support to push past these struggles.

Therapy today will not solve all of your problems for the rest of your life. A prescription drug will only carry you so far before your tolerance decides it is no longer enough. One great moment cannot equate for every bad one that has yet to come. Each day is a new opportunity for us to seize or let slip away, and each day those who struggle with their mental wellness have to decide on which they want to do. The answer may seem easy, but for us who struggle with inner demons and past mistakes, it can be a lot harder than a simple “today will be great and I am going to be happy”. Like many things, that is much easier said than done.

So in regards to this mental wellness amongst teens day, be sure to look further than just the youth of your community. Look at your friends, your family members, your coworkers, your significant other, and ask them “How are you today? Is there anything you need to talk about?” A simple question of concern may not always be enough to break through their wall, but it is a start. Sometimes in order to find out what is on the other side, one has to climb that wall not simply destroy it. If you are able to get on the inside of that wall you may be able to better understand what is going on in their mind, and only then you may actually be able to help them get through their issues.

Tomorrow is March 2nd, Mental Wellness day. I encourage you to not only look out for the well-being of others, but also check in on your own mental state. Ask yourself, “How am I doing?” and please do not let it stop there because honestly, everyday should be mental wellness day. We are all in this wagon together, so let’s make the most of it for all of us, not just our loves ones and not just those who are clearly struggling.

For those of you who do struggle, I would like to share this piece of wisdom that I try to live by. Through the tough times it has helped me and I hope that it will help you as well:

Tank you for reading, following, and liking. If you have anything you’d like to share or discuss, please comment below, we’d love to hear what you have to say. Also, check back in tomorrow for a snippet of my own personal wisdom: the Shoe Analogy. Until then, stay strong, be wise, and go ask someone how they are doing dammit. ❤

Organizationized

Do you remember when you were young and so joyous about life, growing up, and planning ahead? In high school I would be planning my entire week out from beginning to end. Between classes, work shifts, home chores, and social time, somehow I managed to find me time and time to sleep. Alright, well I did not sleep very much in high school, but you catch my drift; I was a planner.

Back then I would plan about what I wanted to do after high school ended, and then I graduated and all of that organization planning ahead bullshit went straight out the door. These days it is hard enough for me to decide what to eat for dinner, let alone plan out my entire week. Back then, in my youthful teenage days, I was ambitious enough to pack my lunch the night before and lay out my outfit for the following day. Now I put on whatever passes the smell check and usually starve until it is time to eat that dinner that I never figured out. It will be frozen pizza again, I suppose.

I am tired of being a disorganized, unemployed mess though. I am honestly sick of sleeping in until 9:30 or 10 am. I am past staying up until midnight watching reruns of shows I have already seen, and I am done with being a standard, lazy American. I am finally ready to start getting my act together. Twenty-one is not too late to start planning ahead, is it?

I have not yet, but I do plan on buying a journal to start organizing my days in. My biggest decision is do I want a weekly or a monthly planner? Which works better for you in your experience (unless you too have been a cluttered wreck since high school)?

Anyways, I need to start waking up earlier, getting in exercise on a daily, plotting out my time to write between my blogging and my four-part saga, and also balance my social schedule. It is no longer a want to be organized, it is becoming a necessity. One can only avoid the inevitable chaos of life for so long before deciding to take it by the reigns and control it for themself.

So starting tomorrow I will wake up at a decent time to a nagging alarm, and tonight I will go to bed before midnight to avoid the urge to press “snooze” for three hours. Yesterday I worked out for the first time in a while, and it felt great! So I am going to do it again after this post. As for my next blog post, I am going to start setting time aside on certain days to allow for stress-free writing. All of this and more can be yours for five easy installments of STOP BEING SO DAMN LAZY. Because let’s be real, I am not the only one out there behaving this way, and it has got to end for our own sakes.

Sure I would rather be eating pizza and chips right now, but I am having a healthy snack of apples and peanut butter. Yes I would like to be in zombie-mode in front of the TV, but being productive feels so much better than wasting an entire afternoon rewatching The Office for the tenth time. These habits need to be replaced by new, better ones and it can be done. If you are dealing with the same struggles know that you can change your ways, but get this; you are the only one who can do that.

Your family cannot force you to change your ways, and a healthy relationship should not involve your S/O telling you to change. No, this is your decision and you must make it, act on it, and follow through with it on your own. Same goes for me right now, it is my decision and my duty to follow through. So join me in changing your bad habits for the better, and also get organized. I guess I kind of went off on a tangent here from my original topic of organization…whoops.

Anyways, in the wise words of Marshall Mathers:

I’m not afraid to take a stand. Everybody come take my hand, we’ll walk this road together, through the storm, whatever weather, cold or warm, just letting you know that you’re not alone.

Thanks again for reading my subjective blog post, please subscribe if you are enjoying my blogging so far, and comment below with which you think I should use to start reorganizing my life: a weekly or a monthly planner? (Please do comment because I really am not sure which to do, tysvm.)

Future Making & Decision Planning

Now that I am in my twenties, every morning I wake up to face the crippling fear that is answering the question: What am I going to do with my life? More so, what is remaking of my life.

Most of my peers went to college, or got married and are starting families now, so they seem to be rather on track with life. I, on the other hand, am trapped in limbo. I did not go to college or any trade school and I cannot open up enough to have a boyfriend let alone start a family. I have zero motivation to do schooling now, and really I just want to roll over one morning and find out my writing took off and that I am a millionaire who only has to type letters on a keyboard for the rest of my days.

Unfortunately the likelihood of becoming a famous author is greater after I die than while I am alive. So what am I supposed to do with myself then? Although I am good at doing most things I am taught, and I am a fast learner, my only real passion is writing.

“Well there are lots of options for that!” those ambitious folks will say to me. They tell me I could get into news or freelance writing. People always need reviews, I can write reviews all day if I wanted. But that is not what I want, to write boring words and adjectives that do not express me, my emotion, or anything other judgement on someone else’s creativity.

I want to write fictional stories. I want to allow readers to escape from the real world and enter whichever one I have conjured up. I want to inspire others to be better with my words, and also to enjoy life through my fictional tales of redemption, triumph, and teamwork. That is what I want, but statistically speaking the odds are not in my favor.

This means that I, at the fresh age of twenty-one, must start decision planning and future making…I mean future planning and decision making. The point is I need to start deciding on what the f*** I am to do with the next thirty or forty years of my life and the only thing I can even decide on is the military.

The military has benefits, I do not need to have any experience, and if I enjoy it I can retire in twenty years. That means if I were to join now I could retire before I turned forty-two. It also will teach me discipline which we all know that these past three generations could use a bit more of that. Myself included obviously. All I have to do is pee clean and pass a physical and I could be on the path to the rest of my life.

Still, I worry about whether this is the right choice. I would be away from my family, my friends, and would not be able to have a relationship of my own or start a family of my own for another few years. Then again, my family is annoying, my friends are bad influences (not all of them, but many are), and I am currently friendzoning/ignoring multiple guys right now anyways, so maybe this is the best time to say eff it, and join. Perhaps now, while I am bitter towards life and all its happenings is the perfect time to just up and leave everything I know behind and start new.

Maybe then I would be able to figure out who I really am without any outer influences, and who I truly want to be. Or am I just trying to run away from my problems here in this small town…

What do you think? Is it wrong to leave everything behind in hopes of finding something better? Or should I just say eff it and settle down, get married, have a couple of kids, and let them live on to be my legacy?

Your Introvert Girl Next Door

What does it mean to be the girl next door? Who is she really? Is she the girl your bring home to meet your parents and start a family with? Or is she the woman you cheat on your wife with?

Sometimes I like to think that I could be that girl next door. Not saying that I want to either a) get married right now or b) break up a marriage ever. Still, with my artificially blonde hair, fake nails, and practically flawless smile, my appearance is apparently innocent. That is until my side profile projects my double nose piercing, and I roll up my sleeve to show an array of dark ink permanently stained into my skin. Put me in ripped jeans paired with a white t-shirt and now I’ve got that bad girl appearance.

The common theme I recognize amongst these kind of girls, of women, people like myslelf is that heartbreak circulates around us. Why is this though? Why are the effortlessly awesome people, such as us, so often being shattered and brought down by emotions?

Well, to put it simply is that we are just too good for relationships. I use the word “we” because I know that there are many females like me out there. Those headstrong, independent women who have tons of opportunity in the dating world, yet consistently remain single through the years. Let me tell you ladies that we are not the problem here, but in that same sense we are 100% the problem.

How is this so? Because we are seemingly perfect, and perfect girls need a perfect guy (or girl or however you want to see it, I get it we’re in the twenty-first century now, there is no exclusion).

Yes there are tons of great guys out there, but perfect won’t settle for great no matter how hard we try to. Which brings me to our dilemma as being the girls next door: we have made ourselves too good. Through a lifetime of overanalyzing and critiquing ourselves, we introverts have now transformed into the perfect combination of humbly attractive.

Guys like how we never speak too loudly or too softly, rather our voices are like cream in their black coffee. They like that we don’t need to go out to have a good time, but when they takes us for a night in the town we will show up looking like America’s Next Top Model. They like that we can play pretty and nice, yet when it comes to fun we know how to get down and dirty. I’m not talking sex I mean we like to go outside and ride on atv’s and play in the water and get too drunk and puke in front of them sometimes.

We are your girls next door and we are better yet known as the heartbreakers. You see, the problem with me personally does not reside in my looks nor my personality. I am a nice girl, a freaking awesome one at that. The issue is I just don’t know what I want.

So I’m trying to figure that out, which unfortunately means a lot of trial and error ending in heartbreak on my side, their side, and sometimes both sides.

Why do I keep trying though? I’m in my twenties and I haven’t even hit a year mark with the same person. Meanwhile all my friends are in serious relationships and are beginning to get married and have children. So are my family members and my exes. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only single person in the world, until someone walks up and starts hitting on me. Then I remember again why I am still single in this small town full of nobody quite interesting enough.

Yet here I am running around posing as some girl next door. She’s smiley, flirty, short, shy, and cute, but is she happy? Of course not, BUT she’s making it all work for the better every day. That’s close enough to being “happy” isn’t it?

Well we may not always be happy, but we will always have our goals. So why should we girls next door let these people take away from our direction? We need to follow our goals and say, “Screw relationships! I am going to be successful on my own first! I will work towards a marriage only after that!”

Yet…I still feel the want of someone’s touch and not just that of a stranger. I want memories together in our youth, and if I have to wait until I’m successful…well how long might that take?

This is how I end up heartbreaking others. I falsely devote myself to them for a period of time, never quite leading them down the direction of a serious relationship, and then I move states.

Alright I have only done that once before, but with how things are looking in my love life and also in my professional life I would not be surprised if it happens again.

So what do I want? Do I want a relationship or a successful career? And who’s to say that I cannot have both?

Finally I realize who has been saying that though, it has been me preaching myself to my own choir all this time. I am the one who seems to believe that the two cannot come together hand in hand.

What do you guys think? Can you become successful while also remaining devoted to a relationship? Or is it just not plausible?

Intro to My Blogging

This morning I could not bother to drag myself out of bed. Was it due to my ever changing depression status? Or perhaps was it due to the story playing out in my mind?

Ever dream of things you haven’t experienced, yet in certain mannerisms you have so therefore you can kind of create an experience that you have never actually been in before? My example is being waterboarded. Sure it has never actually happened to me, but I know how it feels to have that surge of fluid choke you and push up through every orifice in your face. I’ve done a cannonball into the deep end before. In a sense, I was able to experience the idea of being waterboarded in my dream this morning.

That intro does not have much to do with anything, but it was on my mind, I wanted to share it, and so I did. That is what this blog will be for me. It is not a blog to promote a business, or to tell you where you should eat and sleep when you travel. It is not a fashion blog, or an advice column, or really anything more than just a human being sharing their personal struggles, failures, successes, and epiphanies of life.

So if you are looking for something more specific than that, then this may not be a blog you will enjoy. However, you might start reading this and realize that though I may be young dumb, and constantly in and out of love, I have a lot to say and a lot of wisdom to share in regards to the daily life we all endure.

My name is Macey. I am twenty-one years old, from the West Coast, and currently I live in a cold state in a small town of less than 7,000 people. However, I do have plans to leave soon (hopefully) and go somewhere much warmer and with a much larger population.

This probably was not too interesting of a read, but everyone has to start somewhere, and hopefully you and I both become more interested in this blog as it grows. This is my umpteenth attempt at blogging, but if I can now manage to write in my journal everyday I can do this too, right?