It’s weird. My birthday, I mean. I wrote a post about it yesterday, and I want to continue musing today. My mother called me yesterday on my actual birthday and said, “I wanted to call you and wish you a happy birthday even though it’s not yet your birthday.” I laughed and said that it… Continue Reading
It’s my brithday today as I’m writing this. My real birthday, I mean. I think of September 3rd as my rebirthday, which is more important to me than my actual birthday. I have never cared about my real birthday. In fact, I used to hate my real birthday because I thought I should not be… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was writing about flaws and positive attributes, then I wandered off the road as I tend to do. My main point was that we all have flaws. It’s part of being human. Think of how boring we would be if we didn’t. There are flaws I have that I know I’m… Continue Reading
I am and have always been a hot mess. I am painfully aware of most of my flaws. I can’t say all of them because we all have that one or two (or ten) things about ourselves that we can’t see. But. Let me rattle them off right quick. I’m lazy; I am sarcastic and… Continue Reading
I have spent most of my life hating myself and my body. And my face! I did not like anything about myself, and everything I did made me cringe. I hated everything I said and everything I did, and I thought I was just a piece of shit. This is me being muted about how… Continue Reading
I have more to say about my teenage years. I really wish that I had known much earlier that my family was fucked up. That it wasn’t just cultural difference. Yes, my family is Taiwanese American (my parents are Taiwanese, full-stop), but it was also highyl dysfunctional. My parents never should have gotten married, and… Continue Reading
In the last post, I talked about the secret to small talk. It’s pretty simple–listen to what the other person is saying and build on it. I say it’s simple, but it’s much more difficult to execute effectively, apparently. I say apparently because it’s second nature to me by now, but other people act as… Continue Reading
For most of my life, I’ve had no ass. It has caused me much grief because who doesn’t like a big booty? Well, some people don’t, but they are objectively wrong. There is nothing like a thick, juicy ass to squeeze. Sir Mix-A-Lot got it right when he said that he liked big butts and… Continue Reading
Life is not always a box of chocolates–sometimes, it’s rotten milk. Ok. That’s not a good analogy, but hopefully, my meaning is clear. This has been a bad few weeks I listed why in my last post, and I’m just not feeling it at the moment. It’s nothing big, but a series of small, irritating,… Continue Reading
I’ve been thinking about what I’ve learned in my 51 years on this earth. First, there were some things that my last therapist told me that have stuck with me. Before I was tthinking about moving to the East Bay in order to attend grad school, I was obsessing over all the negative things that… Continue Reading