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. 😀