Welcome to my Blog- is that a good title?

Wow. So I never actually blogged before. I must have been in a cave for the past decade.

Actually, I was wrapped up in buying ramen noodle soup and art and running to class in my pajamas and rallying for minority groups… Ah, the lovely years of college.

But now they are long over. My lovely rib-cage I could feel when I was 18 is now buried under a nice layer of plump and my soft, very-early-wee-20something skin is already beginning to look a bit tired- and I’m only 26!

Anyway, the real reason I decided to write a blog isn’t just to bitch about the TERRIBLE life changes 20-something-year-olds go through, nor is it simply to share all my personal shit like it’s my diary. Not quite. The real reason why I want to write a blog is to connect with all of you readers (maybe I’ll get lucky and SOMEONE will see this post someday…or not?) and talk about the shit that matters. You know, the REAL shit. The difficult shit. The shit that keeps you up at night clutching on to an old stuffed animal some random guy you dated for two weeks in high school bought you at an arcade, as you sob into your pillow about how you’re getting older every day and you’re never going to get married and your parents are gonna die someday.

In all honesty, I want this blog to be STRAIGHT UP honest. I want you to totally connect with me and the words I write, even if you COMPLETELY disagree. I want you to be free to respond or comment with a big “WTF” when I say something stupid. I want you to read my words and feel like we must SOMEHOW be related, since we are exactly alike in our mutual hatred for conformity and societal norms. OK, I’m getting a bit dramatic here. Basically, I wanted to start a blog because- like all stupid hopeful 20-somethings- I want to make a difference in the world I’m currently living in. I hope that maybe there are others out there who do too.

Now, when I say I’m going to get to the bottom of the real shit, I’m not just talking about those nights of horrible sex where you have to pretend to have an orgasm but really, you’re thinking about the book you wished you were reading at that moment. I’m not just going to discuss those pivotal coming-of-age freak-outs where you realize your whole entire life was a lie and Lana Del Rey was right when she said we were born to die. I will, of course, but that’s not all.

Life is crazy in general, but especially as we go through our 20s. We may find ourselves on top of life and the money game one year, and crying our eyes out in a hotel to keep from going into poverty another year (long story). I’ve realized in my 26 years that I’m not meant to be on this earth to roll around, have some fun, and laugh at everything (OK, maybe some nights). I want to be honest because without sincerity, life would be a cruel technicolor SIMS and no one would have any TRUE friends. I hope you decide to go through this journey with me- so I don’t feel so alone, and also so maybe you don’t either. I’m going to lay all the shit out- I’m going to talk about that stuff you thought NO ONE ever experienced. I’m going to talk about those horrible Middle School years that STILL give you anxiety today- Mean Girls Style! I’m going to talk about politics, religion, sexuality, orgasms, aliens, funerals, and spiritual bullshit. We spend so much of our lives sugarcoating our thoughts and feelings- whether we’re with our friends, our family, at work, at school, etc- that we might as well be robots. Not here. Not this blog.

So if you want to read something normal, this ain’t the blog for you. But if you want to laugh a little, be inspired, feel connected, talk about shit that actually matters, debate, and hopefully maybe learn something about yourselves, I hope you will enjoy my blog.

Was that a shitty first blog post?? I tried.

Thank you and I look forward to sharing my odd experiences, thoughts, opinions, and crazy 20-something-shitshow with you all. 😀

4 Comments Add yours

  1. charlypriest says:

    And don’t tell people it was me with the horrible sex!!!….I think I might have been a bit drunk. Anyways at least you put a smile on my face at 7 a.m Spanish time. And yes mam, you are truly old, 30…… I can buy you a a weel chair if you want.

    Glad you stopped by my crazy little blog, looking forward with more time to read more of you, when time permits.

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  2. rawgod says:

    Hi Amy,
    Thank you for following what was my blog before I got involved in selling medical marijuana products to the people of northern Canada. I have been so busy since March/17 I have had little time to tell the world about my REAL but STRANGE ideas on spirituality, and my life as a spiritual atheist.
    But I made the time to come check out your blog for a couple of reasons. 1) I am always fascinated by meeting women who take the time to be concerned about their lives, and how they impact the lives of others. 2) I wonder at anyone who actually takes the time to read my writing, they have to be fairly open-minded and very vulnerable (not totally afraid to encounter new ideas that might knock their world ass over teakettle). You seem to fit the bill on both accounts.
    Having said that, IF you can deliver what I think you are promising, I am going to enjoy experiencing YOU. Nothing romantic or anything like that, I’m old enough to be your grandfather. Just person-to-person. I have to tell you that the 20somethings I have met in the last few years have destroyed my faith in ever seeing this world evolve to what I think are the inherent capabilities of humankind, and all life for that matter. Then along comes Amy who promises (in my mind) to show me there are still endless possibilities for us as a species and as living beings. Hey, no pressure, you cannot disappoint me any worse than anyone else, and you CAN restore my faith that the end of the world is not coming, though the Donald and Kim seem intent on creating that end with no say so from anyone else in the world but them. Two boys having a pissing contest with nuclear bombs. But stop me right there. Be real, be honest, and above all, save the world. I need to know I am not lone too in what I am hoping to do for life itself.

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    1. Wow!!! What a comment!!! I am speechlessly grateful. I also am dying to know I’m not alone in my thoughts, which is the main reason I started this blog. Yes, I think humanity is so much more capable than what we have been displaying. And I’m not guilt-free either. I’ve had my moments of ego-trips, partying too much, taking pointless selfies and have engaged in some unsavory behavior. But I am committed now to being myself 100%. The ego is a very uncomfortable place to hide. I’m still trying to figure out a lot of things, such as why the Universe destroys innocent people, and why I’m still alive. I hope I do not disappoint you! What is your name? I feel very alone now. I feel like I’m the only one that thinks this world is a POS. It’s like being in a jail in my mind. Everyone is so selfish and full of themselves, I honestly don’t see this world changing for the better. Like you said, these may be the last days. But maybe not- why else would we be having this conversation now? I wish there was more I could do. I wish I could change the world, but I don’t know where to begin. Ah, medical marijuana, I am totally for it. I think the amount of people locked up for smoking a plant is absurd. I can’t be anything but honest at this point, I’ve spent too much time in the dark. Thank you for your message, it is appreciated immensely, and I hope I am able to deliver what you’re looking for!

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  3. rawgod says:

    My name Is Jerry, and I live way up North in High Level, Alberta, Canada, just in case you want to see me on the map. Don’t worry about disappointing me, despite what I said. I too am just thankful you wrote your blog, and responded so quickly to my comment. And I still have another response to read. I am a lucky man.
    As for helping the world, I try by modelling what it can look like to be a person who cares about others. I don’t always succeed, but I try to be the best person I can be with every breath I take. I have a feeling you are doing something similar even if you don’t realize it. Thank you again.
    Now, on to your next response…
    J

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