We play a “game”? More SARS-coV-2 talk (sorry). We talk about how rich we’re gonna be when we get that $1200. Tom Petty, turbine planes, tunnel people, turkey pasta, taco planet and tainted pussy.
I have trouble mixing worlds sometimes. Like I don’t want to mix my work life with my comedy life, my comedy life with my family life and I definitely don’t want to mix my “life life” with any one of those.
Most of you are confused (as you should be) because this makes no fucking sense. For those it does make sense for, we have to do better. Your worlds should always be colliding and making each other better. If you can’t mix your worlds, maybe one of them isn’t for you.
If you’re scared to introduce your significant other to your friends, one or the other doesn’t belong. If you can’t be the same person you are at work with your friends, why work in a place you don’t feel comfortable? You spend at least 40 hours a week around people who you can’t be yourself around? Fuck that.
I think I’m afraid of mixing because I know I don’t behave the same in either world. I’m afraid of letting my guard down to let people see vulnerabilities and inconsistencies between varying “worlds”. Maybe I’m just a big fat phony. Maybe I’m just SO self aware that I recognize it and others don’t. I don’t know.
What I do know is that you when I mix the worlds, they usually get along just fine and my anxiety dampens as soon as I realize no one really cares. Everyone usually gets along and can relate on some level or another.
Don’t be like me, mix your worlds.
One of my exes called me an attention whore because I posted a photo of myself in my sports bra to show off my results from the gym. “Guys like me don’t respect girls like you.” ~ Why I stayed after that is a whole other topic for discussion…
The attention whore comment was so cutting I deleted the photo…After he broke up with me – I was so damaged from months of similar comments that I believed them, and had to quit social media altogether. I couldn’t post any picture, of myself or of anything, without experiencing an overwhelming fear that he was right about me – I’m a whore for attention and everything I post is indicative of that. I’m a bad person.
SPOILER ALERT…I recovered and rose from the ashes of my broken heart like the fiery, majestic Phoenix I am. And here’s what I learned. 1. He was such a jerk (*insert Ariana Grande Thank u, Next**), but 2. He was right – I DO love attention. AND GUESS WHAT? – THAT IS OKAY. Why do we stigmatize admitting that we like attention so much? When we say someone just wants attention it has a negative connotation, when a child acts out or behaves poorly we jump to the conclusion that the child just wants attention – it’s associated with bad behavior from a young age. But craving attention is NOT a character flaw – it is simply human. We all want to be loved, and desired to some extent.
Of course there are unhealthy ways to seek validation from others (I’m a huge proponent of achieving validity through self) – but wanting attention doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. Wanting validation, love, respect, or to be seen in a positive light is natural even for the most self assured elites among us. I’m tired of people shaming others for wanting attention. You deserve to be seen, and heard. Again, how we seek attention is likely the issue behind the stigma – but there are VERY few people who go through their lives without needing this human connection.
Why else would solitary confinement be a punishment?
When people seek attention by making long, emotional & personal posts about something bad going on in their lives – yes, they’re looking for attention – but probably because they really do feel pretty shitty about the bad stuff happening to them. Should they struggle in silence instead so as not to appear like an ‘attention seeker’?
When people want to post about their accomplishments, I.e gym progress (yup, we’re circling back) – they’re looking for attention – because it doesn’t hurt to hear words of affirmation about something you worked really hard to achieve. You look/feel good? Then show it off sis! Don’t be ashamed to be you. Revel in the love and support you receive from others and your mental health will thank you for it.
PSA: My name is Jade and I love attention. This is not an AA meeting because well, loving attention is not a problem.
Dean reveals his new “Stay Relatable” tat. Zack and the other neighborhood kid kill mammals. The guys talk about their out of town “open mic” experience and task the listeners with finding an open mic venue of their own.
Trippie Redd – Lil’ Wayne
The Chats – Smoko
Being single this summer has forced me to spend some time looking inward. I started asking myself why I’ve spent so much time in and out of relationships, and I rarely stay single for more than six months at a time (if that). It’s strange because people who know me tend to describe me as this free spirit, the girl who does what she wants and can’t be controlled. I’m not the kind of person who depends on a relationship for safety or security – yet I find myself always in one? Why?
Because I’m fucking high demand that’s why. Grade A, bomb ass P………..KIDDING.
I think it’s because I’m such an extrovert and I’m always meeting new people and having an amazing time (PG answer 😊). Then I connect with someone, we like each other, and over time it becomes the next step that just makes the most sense despite the red flags. So far that obviously hasn’t worked out for me – my longest relationship has been with my cat (6 years strong baby).
So instead, I’m consciously choosing to enjoy this me (and cat) time. My old skool aunt would tell you that at 27, I’m being “too picky”, and she asked me to point her to the mystical land of Mr Perfects when I find it. I’m not searching for perfect. I’m searching for myself (what a millennial line). There are things that I thought I wanted out of life, but by being with myself this summer alone, I realized that I don’t want those things. I don’t want to have kids, I don’t want to move back home to settle down anymore. I don’t want to settle down at all, until my joints hurt and I can’t walk. This isn’t to say I’m opposed to fully sharing my life with someone else again, it just can’t be because it’s the “next step” to stay in each other’s lives.
Working on that…that’s the next step in my relationship with me.