Write. Read. Repeat.

The Introduction: This blog is for no one in particular. It is a shit dump of questions, shower-thoughts, and epitome bursts from the cavern that is my brain into the void; hence brain dump. There is no niche, no group, or following to be expected on my end or yours. And before you think to yourself, “oh blog writers just want to talk about themselves all day long, like their life is soooo interesting”, think of what that means to be the reader. The over arching goal is simple, if you connect great, if you do not, then you can find the effort to move on, with respect from me to you, of course. 

The Background: At the time of writing this, I am sitting on my couch, in shorts and a  thrift store sweater from the glorious 80’s, watching The Proposal for the first time, because a friend recommended it. *Team Ryan Reynolds and anti-Sandra Bullock* There is a used-to-be cold Thai Tea Drink (literally what the can says) sitting on my IKEA coffee tablet that I keep hitting my knee on. I have already yelled at my cat Maverick for getting into he kitchen cabinets going after the bag of catnip (even though he has a pile on the floor) more than I am proud for being an animal loving, vegan. I even did one of those twenty minute YouTube work out videos this morning to feel extra productive and to satisfy my brain before eating a ‘light’ breakfast. It is Wednesday morning and this is where I am and what I am doing. I have officially been a glorified housewife for one week tomorrow and it has already seemed like an eternity to my overactive brain that feels Sherlockian at times. Last Wednesday was my last day at the animal hospital here in Florida as we are planning our move to Washington soon. The move, the why, and the animal hospital will be discussed later when Ryan Reynolds’ face and ass are not distracting me. 

The Purpose: So, now that the scene is set, there is one thing missing. Emotion. Opinion on the events of this cold and cloudy morning. How do I feel about it? How do I feel about how I feel about it? How should I feel about it? This is the first blog post I have written in a long time. I used to get paid to freelance write off Craig’s list ads when I was sixteen-years old (lying about my age and qualifications of course) and fake Amazon reviews (still cannot leave a review to this day due to a life-long ban). It was good and I was good. Kept me occupied, creative, and post-pond me selling drugs (we will get to that later). I took AP literature and excelled at creative writing in high school. My enjoyment in writing comes from being blunt, innovated, and as authentic as I can be, putting relatability on the back burner. With that said, emotion is not my strong suite, especially when it comes to expressing them outwardly. This has always caused a rift in my relationships, all professional, romantic, platonic, and family-based relationships. So here is my best attempt. To write and try for strangers as your opinion of me may be interesting to hear, but it does not hurt me. It can’t hurt me. I don’t know you.

The Conclusion: So, this blog is for me and whoever may find some twisted antidote in these words. I need a place to vent and work shit out and if it somehow helps someone else, then why not post it? Feedback is always taken well, even if it is a comment that’s just says ‘same’. Hate comments give me a good laugh and I love humor. If anything draws you in, just know it is the writing and not my ‘sun-shining personality’. If you did however, feel compelled to stick around to the end of this post, what word or sentence stuck out to you?

Appreciated,

K