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At times I have stuff on my mind that I want to share. It doesn't always warrant a phone call or text to friends, but often it IS something I need to get off my chest beyond a journal entry. So, here we are. Welcome to my random thoughts. Enjoy!
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5/12/2021 2 Comments

These Are My Confessions.

So I was thinking about a few things and wondering if anybody else could relate. I hear that confession is good for the soul, so here are a few of mine!
  1. I LOVE food...and wish I could eat all the time. LOL!!! GOOD food brings me extreme pleasure and joy. But from the genius lyricism of Kanye, "Why everything s'posed to be bad make me feel so good?" Of COURSE all food isn't bad and all food that is good for you doesn't taste bad. However, it seems like the MOST delectable things are the worst for us. If I could just have a food free for all and still be healthy AND not be fat AND not need to workout, I'd be in heaven. But alas, at 40+, that is IMPOSSIBLE. 
  2. I HATE talking on the phone. Which is funny since my job and most jobs I've had for 20 of the 26 years I've been working have required me to be on the phone for 8-10 hours a day. I do what I gotta do for work, but outside of that, I'd rather not talk. Text, email, dm, messenger, anything where I don't have to speak words is my communication outlet of choice. I have about 3 people I don't mind talking to on the phone. The other kind of funny thing about it is, my disdain for talking on the phone isn't just because I do it all the time and I'm tired. Talking on the phone, or sometimes the thought of it, gives me a bit of anxiety. I worry about not being able to sustain the conversation, not being able to hear, and awkward silences. I LOATHE awkward silences. I communicate better in writing or in face to face conversation. Surprisingly, I'd even prefer FaceTime or Zoom over a standard phone conversation and I used to hate both! Lol...Since I've realized that I just feel more comfortable seeing a person's face during a conversation, FT, Zoom, or the like is way more enjoyable. (Not when dating or getting to know a new guy though).
  3. When I need a confidence boost, I snoop. I go on my ex's social media page and look at the new wife and relish in the fact that I look better. Y'all. I know. It's shallow. It's petty. Maybe even a little mean. But it does what I need it to do. Judge ye not, cuz I know I'm not alone in these sometimes insecure, slightly egotistical streets. 🤪
  4. I'm somewhat of a chronic procrastinator. Not with all things or all situations, but mostly when I'm facing something that makes me feel overwhelmed or sparks fear. I gets the job done, but this is definitely something I'm working on.
  5. I might have a condition called Misophonia. I know I've talked about this on social media, but not sure that I've mentioned it here...Merriam-Webster says misophonia is, "a condition in which one or more common sounds (such as the ticking of a clock, the hum of a fluorescent light, or the chewing or breathing of another person) cause an atypical emotional response (such as disgust, distress, panic, or anger) in the affected person hearing the sound" https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/misophonia. For me, this has increased since the pandemic. It seems like every annoying noise has become 100 decibels louder in the last year. Chewing, slurping, smacking, loud typing, and other sounds drive me up the freaking wall! I work really hard to keep my cray cray at bay, but it doesn't always work. 🤦🏾‍♀️
You have anything you want to confess? Can you relate to any of mine?? Share with me in the comments!
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5/4/2021 3 Comments

IKYFL!

So I was thinking about what happened to me last night. I'm chuckling to myself as I type, because I was sooooooooooo pissed and I couldn't WAIT to write this blog post so you all could share in my pissivity! However, now I as I think about it, you might just laugh...we'll see! Gather around for story time...
After about 3 months of being on lock down last year, I was legit losing my mind. The extroverted side of my ambivertism was on super struggle mode. I experienced extreme bouts of sadness and loneliness, mixed in with a level of anxiety I hadn't known beforehand. In June, when the weather started to break and some COVID restrictions were being modified, I vowed to not let myself get to that space again. Since then, one of my rituals is that I make it my business to work at my parents' place at least once a week. It's imperative for my mental health. 
Yesterday was my day and after I completed work at 6PM, my mother had me putting together this tray for my daddy to eat on. For whatever reason, she had to get fancy and order one that needed assembly. I won't even tell you how long it took me to put it together, but I got'er done! My parents live in an apartment complex and there is a time limit on how long visitors can be parked in their lot. The time used to be 9PM, now it's 6PM. And obviously I'm aware of this, but if I'm in the lot and and am visiting my parents beyond 6PM, I don't move my car right away and have never had a problem. Well, they got me right together.
I was leisurely strolling to my car, feeling really tired, but relieved to be going home and thinking about all the things I needed to do when I got there, but also trying to decide what TV watching I was going to do first. As visions of Franklin Saint and Offred danced in my head, I rounded the corner to where my car was parked, and I immediately snapped out of my planning stupor as I saw a tow truck and my car slightly removed from its space. I broke out in this awkward skip run combo and made it to my car because it wasn't even up on the truck yet, but it seemed like when the guy saw me, he sped up to get the car completely hitched. As the car was being lifted, I'm hitting on the side of it, still skiprunning, and crying/yelling "PLEASE PLEASE! I'm right here! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 
I didn't launch into a full-on sprint because I had so many thoughts racing through my head; about possibly falling if I ran, about how embarrassed I was because there were about 5-6 young people walking toward my direction and I'm sure I sounded and looked ridiculous and they probably thought my car was being repo'd. I thought about how much it might cost to get my car back and how I didn't have the extra money. I thought about how catching up to the car was probably a losing battle anyway. I also thought about the choice words I would share with ol boy when I went to get my car. AND I thought about how I was JUST having a conversation about my son's irresponsibility and how he needs to get it together...🤦🏾‍♀️...pot meet kettle...
My mother ended up taking me to get the car and on the way I was letting her know that she should prepare her ears, cuz homeboy was bout to get cussed TF out! When I got to the place, I started getting even angrier cuz the chick helping me just walked up and said, "I need your ID". No greeting or smile, hell, she barely looked up. But then she started asking me if I lived at the address and when I told her it was my parents, she proceeds to say how my mother knew she should have given me a permit and let me know when I should move my car. I let her know about how much of a hassle it is dealing with the apartment office and told her I was aware of the time, but it had never been a problem before. She said well maybe "they" hadn't been patrolling at the times I was out there before. Then, I explain to her that regardless of all she's talking about, I was outside before my car was hoisted and I yelled out letting the guy know it was my car and he started moving faster. She goes on to tell me that he had probably already hooked the car and when that happens, recording starts so he couldn't drop the car until he got to the lot AND she said  because of the neighborhood, when I said something to the guy, I was an automatic threat! I said "ME?! I'M A THREAT?! WITH A BOOKBAG ON MY BACK AND CRYING AND YELLING PLEASE?!" Then this lady gone say, "Well, I'm just the dispatcher." I wanted to be like heaux well STFU talking to me then if you're JUST the dispatcher!! Whew! I'm getting mad all over again thinking about it. The last thing that BLEW me was she had to take a copy of my license, so when I signed the credit card slip, she told me to be sure that I sign exactly like the signature on my license or they wouldn't be able to release the car because the slip goes through some type of machine and if it isn't exact, the gate wouldn't open. At this point I thought I was getting punked.
Sometimes it seems like these kinda things only happen to me. At least I got my car back. Shout out to my mama! I learned some lessons too: fat meat is in fact very greasy, I could stand to take heed to my own responsibility advice, and a towing company should be my next business venture! 
Have any of you ever experienced something like this? Let me know in the comments! I love to hear from you.

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