I am not a Successful Adult

I keep starting posts and then never finishing them.  Well... I never rework them.  They're awful. And that's not me being humble. They are bad.  It's partially because I'm writing with an audience in mind. I know I'm going to press that little orange "Publish" button at the top right and it will go live. Now, will anyone see it? That's a different question.  But a moot point.  I miss the days I used to write for fun. Writing the character back stories of Junior High superhero girls who would prevent jaywalkers. Yes, that's a real story I wrote in Junior High. All the characters were based on me and my friends. My character's name was Destiny. I think this was before I heard of Destiny's Child. If you think that's a bad name, just know it's better than the original name I wanted for my future daughter: Mocha. For the record, I do not have kids. Based on my name preferences, it's probably for the best.  An old friend recently ask...

After 26(ish) years of waiting, I finally went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show's midnight showing. I am currently almost 37 which means I have been waiting since I was 10 years old to attend this. And that's not an exaggeration. You know those parents who take age suggestions for movie ratings literally, and will only let their kids watch movies based on age-appropriate ratings. Yeah, those weren't my parents.  And to be honest, I can't remember how old I was the first time I saw Rocky Horror. 10 years old was just the age I had learned about the midnight showing. My dad told me he would take me to go see it on my 13th birthday.  That never happened.  And probably for the best.  10-year-old me clearly did not understand what the fuck was going on in that movie. Although, after rewatching it last weekend, 36-year-old me still does not understand what the fuck is going on in that movie.  In hindsight, maybe I should not have watched it at such a young age, but it...

I was walking my dog at my apartment community when I spotted three suspicious women wearing peasant dresses under black jackets.  Now, I am convinced peasant dresses are going to be that style we all look back on and collectively agree that it "was a terrible look".  But even when I place my personal fashion opinions aside (yes I am writing this while wearing skinny jeans), these women still had a bit of a culty vibe.  All of them had straight hair in loose ponytails, no makeup, and casual boots.  None of them made eye contact with me. One, in fact, looked my direction then looked away, and then moved her eyes ever so slightly to look at me again.  She side eyed me.  In hindsight though, I think I was doing the same thing to them. Perhaps I was the one making THEM uncomfortable ? I had no choice but to walk past them to get to the dog park. So, I picked up my pace as I got closer. Archie (my dog) didn't bark and had no qualms about making eye contact with ...

In the fifth grade, Ms. Moran, assigned my class to write a persuasive paragraph on whether or not fifth graders should vote in the presidential election. After we wrote our essays, we read our arguments in front of the class. All the kids had the same response: "yes, fifth graders should vote". In my memory, none of them had a persuasive reason. It was just the ‘cool’ thing to do. Another unfortunate case of peer pressure. When it was my turn, I stood up with confidence while wearing an oversized Disney t-shirt my mom said could double as a dress. I then proudly stated, “no, us fifth graders should not vote”.  Peer pressure didn’t work on me back then. However, it works on me now, and that’s how I got the shitty $80 dino tattoo: As I stood in front of the class with my bad fashion and my lame-ass, unpopular-kid opinion, I read my paragraph with the same conviction as Maury Povich when he announces paternity test results, “Between school, homework, and chores, we kids already...

My own origin story. The story you didn't know existed about the person you didn't know exists. It's a bit audacious if not narcissistic. Maybe a bit of both. But I would be lying to you if I didn't say this really was years of failed creative endeavors to get me here.  On blogger.  In 2023... I think with context clues you can assume I'm not on TikTok. As well as assume I'm well into my 30s.  Here is a brief overview of my past not-successes: Not Successful Podcasts In 2012 I discovered podcasts: back before the popularity of Serial, and when I associated podcasting with Kevin Smith, director, and writer of one of my comfort watches Zack and Miri Make a Porno.   I was a big fan of the podcast Jay and Silent Bob Get Old and a bit of a fan of Smodcast . I can't remember which show it was, possibly both, but Kevin Smith preached how everyone should pick up a mic and start recording their own podcast. If he can do it, anyone can. So I took that literally an...