Over the years, I’ve come to realize that I’m unfortunately capable of being full on, flat out, boy crazy.
I allowed it, sadly, to shape a lot of my own self-perceptions while growing up, and having a boyfriend became the be-all end-all of my existence. Those feelings would later inform me on how to act in my first (and only, to this day) relationship; I was manipulative and manipulated, emotionally abused, isolated. Real fun stuff. If it weren’t for a literal intervention, I’m not exactly sure when I would have gotten out of that relationship. I was angry for a long time after that (mostly at myself), but I think at the heart of it I was scared that it would happen again. I’d make the wrong decisions, burn what remained of my bridges, and become a person I hated.
Life’s been pretty weird lately, in the way that it usually is – a mix of highs and lows, good and bad, dry and rainy (no! bad rain!). Now that I am apparently a legitimate grown-up with a nine-to-five job, I’ve turned into a weekend warrior, where everything I do on the weekend is to the extreme. I either aggressively nap and laze around all day, or spend a full twelve hours going on cute adventures with my friends when we were originally only supposed to meet for some tea. The latter happened a couple of weeks ago. I met up with Cindy, Cat, and Avery for high tea at La Petite Cuillère, a tea house on main street. We were served by probably the nicest woman in the world, like, she was sweeter than all the sugar cubes we took with our tea. It was amazing.
There’s no doubting I’ve been in a mood lately, and things have been happening so fast and at such weird times and in terrible and terrific ways. It also doesn’t help that Daylight Savings is an evil sucking assface.
In other news, I figured out how to operate the remote for my camera! (There were victory arms.)
Time is kind of funny, when it slips by you in such a way that you can only observe it passing and feel almost unaffected by it. I think that’s what happened to me these past few months, even during my last post; I try to look back and it’s like it’s only been a moment since Christmas, or even Thanksgiving. A lot of memorable and life-changing things happened recently: I got a job in my field, which I was extremely surprised and thrilled by. I graduated (crossed the stage and everything!). And my grandpa passed away.
Looks like I’m starting to get back on track with this whole blogging/vlogging thing. I mean, let’s not all hold our breaths, okay – I’m starting to get back into it. But it’s exciting! And fun! And gives me something to concentrate on that also aligns with current life goals! Win/win/win situation.
Anyhow, I’d like to welcome you all to a new series called Get The F*** Out (GTFO) 2015, which will chronicle my transition to living on my own (with a roommate) and include tips, lessons learned, and triumphs along the way.
So, just like everybody and their great-grandma, I’ve been listening to Taylor Swift’s 1989 on hardcore repeat since the day it came out, and I am loving it. What was I before “Bad Blood” or “Style”? Dark and without life, I imagine. On another note, Life (yes, with a capital L – we’re getting serious here) has been hella confusing, in the way that 90% of it isn’t but the remaining 10% is VERY CONFUSING TO A CONCERNING DEGREE. Halp.
Okay, so the title is a little dramatic, but it was pretty much sunset and it’s also the last day of summer. It was a scorcher! Well, not really, but it was hot as heck. Worked on some practicum work for my lovely clients, then met up with Cat Lum to film and photograph some stuff for our upcoming endeavours! More to come on that in the future. Here’s what I wore today: