31 questions | march 15.

March 15
If you could choose your own life obstacles, would you keep the ones you have?

Are you fucking serious? Hell no!

But everything you’ve been through has made you the person you are today!

Exactly! Totally agree. And that is why I want it all to change. My obstacles, my experiences, my life so far, and the person I am today. Junk it all.

Rewind.

Start over.

At the very least, I should be entitled to a full refund.


Not as as expected. Would give zero stars if I could. Would not buy again.

Okay, maybe the one star is for the first ten or so years of my life. Those were good times. Soon after that, it all went to hell.

If I could choose my obstacles—if I had to choose any at all—I’d choose ones that I actually had some hope of overcoming.

I have no hope currently.

How about maybe obstacles like a few LEGO bricks on the floor? Maybe a flat tire? I don’t know… small boobs so I have to save up for a boob job? Can I choose those? Because they beat debilitating anxiety and depression, constant back pain, poor decision-making ability, and an unhealthy obsession with cheesecake, chocolate, and oatmeal cookie dough.


p.s. — I wish this was really a thing… changing my obstacles. I want a different life. I definitely chose the wrong path. And then another wrong path. And… you get the idea. I can’t think of any major life choices that I’m happy with. Barely any minor ones, either.

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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31 questions | march 14.

March 14
How do you reign in self-critical voices?

I don’t.

Those voices are a problem for me. I don’t like much about myself, and I have a constant playlist of negativity on repeat.

Here’s the thing, though: I don’t want to lose those voices completely. They are often the source of my sarcasm [see March 6] and creativity, and those are among my few redeeming qualities. I don’t want to lose them. So while I should be trying to ‘get better‘ (meaning be less self-critical), I hesitate because I think I need those voices to maintain my sarcasm and creativity.

It’s like a musician/songwriter/poet (or any artist of any kind) who needs sadness to be inspired. If they cheer up, their creativity dies. Look at Morrissey, for example. I seem to use him as an example a lot. I’m pretty sure he never set out to be a role model.

Of course, maybe that last paragraph is only one side of the truth because I’ve found that when I’m on a high (a natural one), my creativity spikes. I’m rarely on a high, though. Maybe I need to go for a less natural high.

p.s. — So… I’m at my creative best when I’m very low or very high. I’m ‘mildly’ bipolar so highs and lows with no middle is my natural state. Yet, medically speaking, the goal is to even out my moods. But then I lose any semblance of creativity. WTF? What’s a girl to do? 

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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31 questions | march 13.

March 13
How do you engage with panhandlers on the street?

I avoid eye contact. Not just with panhandlers, but with pretty much everyone. I think I have social anxiety. I can still go out, I just get anxious. And the pandemic has magnified the issue. But now I’m totally off topic.

Anyway, yeah, avoiding eye contact. If I do have something to offer, which I often don’t, I might give something small. Does this make me a bitch? Oh well… if not this, I’m sure tons of other things make me a bitch. There’s a place in hell reserved for me. If you believe in that sort of thing.

p.s. — Buskers, on the other hand… I always give to them. Well, unless they totally suck. Yep… I’m a bitch.

p.s. — On a totally unrelated note, today marks one year since pandemic hell ‘officially’ began. My kids only just now [well, two weeks ago] went back to in-person school… and it’s only two days a week and not quite full days. But at least I’ll get a few hours to myself twice a week. Maybe I can finally reconnect with the poor guy I had to break up with a year ago.

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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31 questions | march 12.

March 12
Have you ever unplugged from the Internet for more than a week?

Yes.

Before it existed.

p.s. — Google is my life.

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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april a to z challenge – yes. #atozchallenge

I’m going to do it. I made my final decision this morning. And I didn’t even realize that I missed ‘Theme Reveal Day‘. It was Monday. Oh well.

I appreciate the A-to-Z people—they put a lot into this challenge and I’m glad they do. But every year I wish their banners and badges were nicer. I’m glad this one exists, though. I like that it’s different. 

Before I share my theme with you, I’m going to share one of the things I hate about myself. I promise it’s related.

I am self-absorbed. Well, as self-absorbed as one who doesn’t like herself can be.

It may be obvious to everyone around me, but I never believed it to be true. I probably didn’t want to believe it was true.

Over the last several months, I have been paying more attention to what I say to the people in my life. Since we can’t see each other [fucking pandemic], my mom, two sisters, and I (as always, minus the third sister who doesn’t speak to me) have been using our group chat more than ever. Typing forces me to think a bit more before I speak especially since I usually proofread my messages due to stupid autocorrect. [Yeah, I proofread my texts. Is that weird? Shut up.]

In addition to catching the frequent ducked fucked up autocorrect fails, I’ve caught myself talking about myself a lot. Too much. Even when the conversation is about someone else, I tend to turn it toward myself. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I see the words in front of me—sometimes after I’ve already hit send. It’s even worse when speaking as it’s harder for me to catch myself before the words are out there.

When I don’t manage to catch myself, I have immediate regret. Or is it remorse? I just spent ten minutes reading opinions on which one I should use in this case. I couldn’t find enough of a consensus to make the call. Sorry… totally got off course there.

Is it natural to relate things others say to your own life? Is it normal to hear someone’s experience and share your own in response? Maybe. Or maybe it’s my way of redirecting the focus to myself. Even if it is normal, I feel like I do it too often. I guess I never realized just how selfishly wrong this behavior is. I never really gave it any thought at all.

Hell, my daughter has told me on numerous occasions that she hates when I open with ‘when I was a kid…‘ Really, though, how else do I relate without drawing back on my own experiences? Sure, times have changed since I was her age, but I always acknowledge that. Or is that opening just a way for me to think back to my childhood, which, for me, was a happier time? Selfish… self-absorbed…

I have been trying to take a step back and think about every word before I speak [or type]. I have to make a conscious effort not to talk about myself. Perhaps related, I also have to make a conscious effort not to compare myself to others… and not to attempt to compete with others. Sometimes, the only way I succeed is not to speak at all. A few times over the past year, I went days without saying anything at all in the family group chat because I couldn’t think of anything to add to the conversation that wasn’t about myself. What the hell is wrong with me? That’s fucked up.

[Aside: I freaked my mom out when I went silent. It didn’t even cross my mind that anyone might get worried. I guess even the ‘say nothing’ solution didn’t work out.]

I wish I was better at keeping the focus on others. It doesn’t even make sense to me because I have nothing to brag about… nothing about myself that I’m particularly proud of or fond of. I wish I was one of those kind, selfless people. One of those people about whom the first thing that comes to others’ minds when they think of her is… she’s the nicest person I’ve ever met. But I’m not. I’m self-absorbed, sarcastic, foul-mouthed, and by all accounts, kind of bitchy.

Now that I’ve spent this post telling you how self-absorbed I am, I’m about to share how much more self-absorbed I’m going to be for the entire month of April. Then again, I suppose my blog is about me, so that’s to be expected, right? Fuck. I do talk about myself constantly, don’t I?

As if you all don’t know enough about me, in April, you’ll get to know even more. Because apparently I’m self-important enough to think you need to know my opinion on everything. So I’m going to tell you about my favorite things.

I’ll try not to be predictable. I don’t need to tell you my favorite drink. Everyone knows it’s coffee. Or my favorite color. Everyone knows it’s black. I’ll try to keep it interesting. I might have more than one topic for a letter. I might not be able to come up with anything for a letter. I’m going to do whatever I want. Why? You guessed it… because I’m self-absorbed.

Disclaimer: Don’t expect me to come up with a ‘favorite’ topic for X or Z. I reserve the right to say ‘fuck it’ on those days. Even if that starts with f.

p.s. — I honestly, truly hope that I’m not as off-putting as I suspect I am. Being self-absorbed, I want people to like me.

p.p.s. — If you have any topic suggestions for any of the letters, let me know in the comments. I’m sure someone out there is desperate to know which is my favorite vibrator.

         
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31 questions | march 11.

March 11
Have you ever stolen anything? (Money, candy, hearts, time?)

I stole $20 from my mother’s wallet one time when I was a teenager. It was stupid, really, because if I had asked her for the $20, she would have given it to me. I have no idea why I did it, although I’m sure there’s some deep-seated psychological explanation.

I’ve definitely swiped chocolate from my husband’s stash. Is it really stealing if he knows I do it, though?

heart hug.

I really don’t think I’ve ever truly stolen someone’s heart. If I have, I don’t know whose it was.

I stole several bases while playing softball when I was a kid. Does that count?

I’m sure someone (or several someones) think I’ve stolen time from them. And I probably have, but you’d have to ask them.

p.s. — I considered starting this post with a story about how I stole a car years ago, but that’s complete fiction and I just didn’t have it in me to write it. I’ve never stolen a car. Unless GTA counts… and even then, I suck at it.

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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31 questions | march 10.

March 10
Have you ever been genuinely afraid for your physical safety?

In my last year of college, I met a boy. It’s always about a boy, isn’t it? Anyway… he went to another school, about an hour away from mine. I was visiting him, hoping he’d finally declare his love for me (he didn’t but I still, um, enjoyed him a bit). Ahem. As I was saying… On my way back to my dorm, I slid off the highway. Invisible black ice and all. My car rolled over a couple of times. Maybe more than a couple, hard to say. While the actual rolling was happening, I was sure I was going to die. You know what flashed before my eyes? Snow. [It was winter.] And a whole lot of nothing. So that whole life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing is crap.

Also, one time I rode a ski lift. Yes… only once. I don’t ski. And it was summer. I have a major fear of heights so I was pretty much afraid that was the end of days the entire ride.

Oh… also, one time I got caught in a riptide. I was about 9 years old. Kinda choked on some salty ocean water that day. Fucking scared to death.

p.s. — I just remembered another one… I had a minor car accident a couple of years ago. The owner of the other car [who wasn’t even the driver] was afraid I was going to sue her or something. [I wasn’t.] She started calling me and threatening me. I had to go to the cops. Thankfully, she backed the fuck off when she got a call from the PD. Bitch.

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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31 questions | march 9.

March 9
Has a teacher ever changed your life? How so?

Yes, but not for the better.

In high school, I had the same math teacher for Algebra I, Algebra II, and Trigonometry. He was a great teacher and I loved all of his classes. He was just so excited about math! [I realize I’m painting a *really* dorky picture, but it’s accurate.] He helped me choose a college… which, unfortunately, turned out to be a terrible decision… that changed my life.

In my first year of college, I had this amazing art professor. He was eccentric, wildly talented, and inspiring. I was so affected by him that I declared art as my major. Another terrible decision. I mean, I am an okay artist, but on a scale of kindergarten fingerpainting to DaVinci, I’m about a 4. If I’m being generous, maybe a 5. Actually, some of my kindergarten fingerpaintings are probably better than some of my later work.

[Not my actual fingers.]

I almost wish I had less supportive parents. I can tell, looking back [and maybe I even knew it back then on some level], that they were disappointed with my decisions, especially the art major one. But they supported me anyway. I wish they hadn’t. I wish they’d stepped in and told me I was making mistakes. I know it’s what they thought, but they accepted my decisions. Not their fault, of course, but I just wish. Maybe that’s why I worry so much about my kids’ decisions. I don’t want them to have regrets like I do. But as a parent, how can I not support them? That would make me kind of a bitch, wouldn’t it?

Apparently, I’m in need of a new teacher to change my life—for the better this time.

p.s. — Interesting how my favorite teachers ultimately unknowingly put me on the wrong path. Maybe I should have sought advice from the teachers I hated. 

[Thanks to my lovely friend Marquessa for this 31 questions challenge.]

         
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