I figured I would come back to the Two Truths and a Lie post from last weekend. Mostly to at least reveal which were the truths and which were the lies for those of you who stopped by to read.
1. I always wanted to be a stripper, but never really had the self-confidence to do it.
This one is a truth. I knew some friends who had done it when I was younger and while the sex industry can have a lot of problems, it would all be how you make it. I was never one to get caught up in other people’s drama, so I feel like I might have been okay. But also, I might not have been okay.
2. When I was younger, I wanted to be a lawyer.
This one is a truth as well. When I was in elementary school, I had to write an essay about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Coming from an Asian home, the only options were lawyer or doctor and the thought of looking at blood and people’s insides all the time was out of the question, so LAWYER IT IS! Except that once I graduated high school and took some college courses, I learned that I didn’t really like law at all. It was muddled with crap and bullshit and far too many words than is necessary. The first psychology class I took won me over for life.
3. I have been to 7 countries: U.S. (duh), Korea, England, Mexico, Canada, Wales, and Japan.
This one is a lie. I have been to all of these on the list except for Japan.
4. My absolute favorite thing to do is talk on the phone.
This is a bold-faced lie. Folks who know me know that this is something I absolutely hate doing. I do it because my job and life require it, but if I could eliminate the need to talk on the phone I would. I always feel like text messages and even emails are a kinder way of engaging with another person. It’s less immediate and not so much all-in-your-face. A phone call always feels like someone is jumping in your face screaming for your attention right this second. I hate it.
5. I have 9 tattoos, 2 of which have been covered.
This is the truth. I’ve been under the needle more times than I have tattoos though, because I’m a wuss and can’t handle being drilled for anything more than about 3 hours. So the bigger piece (my left arm) took 3 visits to complete because I simply could not sit there for more than three hours.
If you did a similar post, share it in the comments! I’d love to check them out and see if I can figure out which are the truths versus the lies.
This post is part of the #Blaugust series.
So it begins… Blaugust, a tale of one lady’s attempt to write on a regularly basis because… well, I fuckin’ need this in my life right now.
I keep thinking back to the days when I wrote more regularly. I can’t really say that I was more organized, or that I had anything prolific to share, or that I even wrote very well. I just enjoyed writing. At some point I went from writing because I loved it to feeling as though I needed to write something that people would want to read. And that fear always keeps me from sitting down and doing the thing that needs to be done… y’know, the writing bit.
I don’t expect any brilliance for the month of August. There’s a shitton of stuff going on in my personal life. Which means this is probably the worst time in my life to try to take on something like blogging daily. But also the best time of my life to sort of work through everything that’s going on too.
For those that don’t know, my grandmother passed away last week. I got an email from my dad (this is for another day and another post) telling me. I’ve never been much of a family person. I don’t really do family. Mostly because there’s this tendency to have to “answer to my crimes” of being a bleeding heart liberal. And choosing to do the work that I do. I also have my school residency, which is an out-of-town week-long event that if I don’t do it, I can’t continue on in my program*.
Then you add actual work stuff I need to do. Twitter drama (when am I not involved in some twitter drama). Friend stuff (A lot of people are going through a lot of stuff so I do what I can to help them out when needed). And just general malaise over my life.
I came to several realizations the other night in the shower, especially in terms of writing and where I’d like to go with writing. I spend a lot of time being hyper-focused on the minutae of nonsense that I forget about doing the most important part. So Blaugust came at one of the most perfect times of my life, I think. When I was thinking of getting more into writing anyway, and trying to make that a reality. It’s a little early for post one, I know, so I’m not going to count this one as an entry into the self-competing contest. Instead I chalk this up to a warning that writing is gonna happen. Mostly words. Few pictures. No videos. Just a lot of… life.
P.S. I’m not going to limit my writing to any one subject, like gaming, or school, or life, or online dating (which I gave up anyway), or political/feminist issues. I’m going to just write for me.
P.P.S. There’s a comment policy. I’m gonna follow it and uphold it. You should familiarize yourself with it if you wanna hang out and share words.
* I’m studying to be a marriage and family therapist (MFT) so don’t be surprised if some of my posts this month involve school and this career field.