People are Fascinating

I have a problem.

I find people very fascinating. I people watch a lot, I study people, and I believe that’s why I find serial killers and certain celebrities interesting to learn about.

However. There’s someone I know who, whenever I meet up with them (constantly) the first thing they’ll mention is something celebrity-related. This actress married this comedian. And I don’t care.

I don’t like that kind of celeb info. When I say I’m interested in celebrities I mean like Willem Dafoe talking about his roles and how lovely some scripts were, or that Ashton Kutcher is such an intelligent man and has been fighting child trafficking for years, or whatever Robert Downey Jr is doing these days. I find the inner workings so fascinating. The person I know doesn’t care about talking about that.

People are the most complex things on Earth, and I don’t think we should just focus on our inner circles or just on a celebrity status. Be wondrous of people. Who knows what goes on in their head. But don’t just focus on the status (it also makes them seem objective rather than as a person).

Just had to get thoughts out. Happy Monday!

Minor Update

Hey friends.

Letting you know, we got back from LA, California not long ago, so I’m not prepped with the time or thought process to write a proper blog post.

Still wanted to be on time though, lol.

Wednesday, I’ll explain my little California trip, and why we went down.

You’re amazing! Just thought I’d remind you in case you forgot.

See you Wednesday.



Happy Thanksgiving

aka the one day during the Christmas season we remember there was something else to celebrate.

Thanksgiving is not my favorite holiday, but I do enjoy seeing it come around. It reminds me to not only be grateful for the privilege I have, but help others who are less off.

No matter what your situation, I hope you can be reminded of this as well. Be grateful for what you have and help those who do not. And even if you can only do so much (trust me, I get it), I hope you smile with pure happiness at least once tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving

(wasn’t i supposed to write on wednesday?)

Yes, I was.

Homegirl was exhausted after some all-nighters.

Anyway, let’s talk about why I love Halloween.

I wanted to really bring Halloween out today since the other day I was smelling pine and starting to sing Christmas songs (a BIG no-no until Thanksgiving).

Halloween is my favorite holiday. It speaks to the weird, gothic, and potentially creepy parts of me. Skulls are part of my aesthetic, vampires and witches fascinate me, and Poe is my favorite author.

Apart from that side of me, I enjoy seeing the celebration around it. Halloween movies, costume parties, trick-or-treating; what fun for everyone. And it’s the one time of year I can dress creepy/freaky without judgement.

Anyway, the reason I love Halloween is that it’s the most me of all the holidays.

Celebrate what’s important to you, or what you think best represents you.

another joke

Things got a little switched around with my writing schedule, so I present to you another joke!:

One day, Einstein has to speak at an important science conference.

On the way there, he tell his driver, who looks a bit like him, “I’m sick of all these conferences. I always say the same things over and over!”

The driver agrees: “You’re right. As your driver, I attended all of them, and even though I don’t know anything about science, I could give the conference in your place.”

“That’s a great idea!” says Einstein. “Let’s switch places then!”

So they switch clothes and as soon as they arrive, the driver dressed as Einstein goes on stage and starts giving the usual speech, while the real Einstein, dressed as the car driver, attends it.

But in the crowd, there is one scientist who wants to impress everyone and thinks of a very difficult question to ask Einstein, hoping he won’t be able to respond. So this guys stands up and interrupts the conference by posing his very difficult question. The whole room goes silent, holding their breath, waiting for the response.

The driver looks at him, dead in the eye, and says, “Sir, your question is so easy to answer that I’m going to let my driver reply to it for me.”


a joke

Things got hectic and I didn’t have time to write proper, so have a joke:

A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption.

One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named Amal. The other goes to a family in Spain. They name him Juan. 

Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Amal.

He responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Amal.”

Ba dum tss

Do I Do Too Much for My Friends?

It’s a rough business.

Not too long ago, I made a workbook. I was seeing ideas roaming around Pinterest, and wanted to try it out for myself. However, I can’t make it for myself. I already know all of the spoilers and what to do. It wouldn’t be as fun to complete as it was to make. So I sent it to a good friend.

While I was making this, however, I was in the middle of a very stressful time. After sending her the workbook,  I was FaceTime-ing her about our troubles. That’s when she said, “Do me a favor: don’t make me anything else.”

Now, this caught me off-guard, in the heart, in the throat. I’m a creative person, so I love making things for others plenty. Depending on our friendship depends on quality and quantity (if that makes sense; I didn’t know how else to explain it). My mom probably has boxes upon boxes of stuff I’ve made. She still uses some of the stuff, too, including the toolbox I made her in woodshop class a decade ago. For this friend, I’ve made another book and have done some art.

But after she told me that, I looked back into my head and asked myself, ‘do I do too much for my friends?’

Honestly, I think so. And I might know why.

Due to my own insecurities and my persona unhappiness, I want so bad for my friends to be happy. I don’t want them to feel down, because I know how shitty ‘down’ is. So I do what I can for them. My time, effort, and gifts. I do it for others, very rarely for myself.

But I love doing it.

It give me an excuse to be creative, and/or it makes others feel special. Which is important to me.

I also have the inability to say ‘no’…but we don’t dwell on that. At least not now.

So, what to do?

I think my first step is not to stop creating, but rather to create for myself. Learn to say ‘no’ and make yourself feel special.

We have a lot to learn.