WOAH. This is a blog that I created in August and just revisited for the first time now. So, um, sorry about that, no one. I fully intended to have a back to school post cleverly titled "Welcome Back to Hogwarts" and a Thanksgiving break post titled "I Fought with Brian Williams from Texas, Not the Newscaster, About Kinky Boots in Comments on the Macy's Facebook Page for 72 Hours and All I Got Was a Migraine from Crying so Hard at the State of Human Consciousness," but ALAS. So I'm here now to tell you that I'm BAAACK and I have even written three other posts that are saved as drafts, so this blog will continue for AT LEAST THREE WEEKS.
NON-SEQUITUR!!!! I recently read an article on XOJane about five things to keep in your apartment that can make you feel like a responsible adult. I was 4 for 5 on those things, dudes. FOUR FOR FIVE!! I just don't have a fire extinguisher, which is probably my biggest failing on that list and something I should rectify immediately. However, I DO have a Carbon Monoxide detector, because my dad is a volunteer fireman, and the South Baldwin Volunteer Fire Company fire safety video of the late 90s (that MOST OF MY FAMILY BESIDES ME somehow got to star in, INCLUDING MY NON-ACTING, NON-PUBLIC SPEAKING GRANDMOTHER, who played someone having a HEART ATTACK [I was a VERY CONVINCING CRYER/DROWNER/BREATH-HOLDER at age 7. THERE WERE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES]) taught me that my uncle is a real-life paramedic but a not-convincing-at-portraying-a-paramedic-onscreen paramedic, and that Carbon Monoxide could kill you at any time. IN YOUR SLEEP. I am TOTES protected against that, though, you guys. So in some ways, I am an incredibly responsible and together young adult.
HOWEVER.
I have a lot of short-comings. Like, a lot. Millions, probably, if I really wanted to stay up all night and count them all. So here follows a list of things that responsible adults do/maintain/are that I cannot successfully do/maintain/be, as well as the lessons that we can learn from my short-comings to apply to our lives. And by "we" and "our" I totally mean all four people reading this. My own life is beyond repair and I'm going to keep it that way.
1. Maintain a checking/savings account with enough money to live on.
"MY KINGDOM FOR EVEN A VAGUE SENSE OF FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY!!!!" is something that I once aggressively typed into my phone while blasting John Barrowman's version of "Why, God, Why" on Spotify, while also forgetting to set Spotify to a private setting. There was a time, many, many (2.5) years ago, when I began working my first job that wasn't paid "$20 flat-under-the-table-plus-tips-which-are-bigger-if-you-play-the-hockey-game-on-tv-in-the-coat-check-room-FYI" or "$7 an-hour-plus-the-food-in-our-fridge-and-a-ride-home-with-my-charming-husband-who-doesn't-understand-that-a-13-year-old-will-fall-in-love-with-him-for-his-goofy-jokes." I optimistically began putting half of the paychecks that I brought home into my savings account and half into my checking account. I WAS GOING TO BE SO RICH, I thought as I smugly online shopped for novelty socks and sunglasses with ALL OF MY BARELY DISPOSABLE INCOME.
That lasted for two months, until I got cast in a show and had to stop working for a while. Thus began the vicious cycle of draining my savings account to supply my checking account, which in turn supplied my Starbucks/Chipotle/giving $20 to upperclassmen to buy me liquor habit. And those savings just FLEW away. I also decided that at 19, I was ready for SEMI-FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE and switched my iTunes account over to my own card. I started doing dumb things like buying seven Candy Crush life packs in a row within a half-hour on that account. I now buy entire EPs of remixes of house songs so I can find the one remix that we do abs to in Jazz class. I almost literally burn cash while laughing at the Gods. 2.5 years later, I no longer have a savings account. At all. This is because my savings balance was too low for too long, so It got switched to a standard checking account. And this is because when I set up my first checking account at 18, the bank rep was not especially concerned with doing his job well and neglected to inform me that I could set up my account as a student account and be free of every kind of fee and penalty for not meeting my account minimum balances. So while I now work two to four jobs with INCREDIBLE irregularity, I am always just broke enough to look at my bank statements while crying, but just NOT broke enough to always justify buying that fun booster pack while playing Pet Rescue Saga, Candy Crush's illegitimate niece, at 2 AM.
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THIS: Ask all of your questions at the bank. Don't trust the dude setting up your bank account. He probably works on commission (he probably doesn't, but I'm too lazy to do my research). Don't spend your money on Candy Crush or Pet Rescue Saga, no matter how tempting moving to the next level may be. YOU HAVE REFUSED TO CONNECT YOUR GAMES TO YOUR FACEBOOK, SO NO ONE WILL EVEN KNOW ABOUT YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS BUT YOU.
2. Not hold vendettas against strangers on the internet
Remember that Brian Williams from Texas, not the Newscaster (who I shall now simply call Brian the Asshat, for brevity and clarity) I mentioned a few long-winded paragraphs ago? That was a clever set-up for this point about myself!!! You see, the Broadway musical Kinky Boots was featured on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Advertising Extravaganza/Questionable Parade this year. Kinky Boots is a story about coming to accept the differences in others, banding together to realize a goal, the music of Cyndi Lauper, and Stark Sands' adorable baby face. Oh, also, there are drag queens. Most people I know would say we live in a time of great mainstream acceptance of members of the LGBTQ community. But hey, I go to a Liberal Arts school for musical theatre, WHAT DO I KNOW about how REAL AMURICENS feel about these issues? DID YOU KNOW THAT EVEN SEEING THE IMAGE OF A DRAG QUEEN ON TV CAN EMOTIONALLY SCAR A CHILD FOR LIFE? DID YOU KNOW THAT THE DARN GAYS ARE RUINING THE LIVES OF REAL AMURICENS BY REFUSING TO HIDE WHO THEY ARE IN FRONT OF THE PRECIOUS AND PURE REAL AMURICEN CHILDREN? DID YOU KNOW THAT OBAMA IS SENT FROM THE FUTURE TO TURN EVERY LAST ONE OF THE REAL AMURICEN CHILDREN GAAAAAAAAAAAY???!?!?!!!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!?? BEING GAY IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO ANYONE EVER, EVER, EVER!!!!
That's basically a less-dramatic paraphrase of the many message that plagued the Macy's fanpage the day after the parade aired. I am a young, overeducated, understimulated liberal. I believe that words can change the world. I needed to respond to these Real Amuricens with compassion and understanding. I needed to help them accept other people. ENTER BRIAN THE ASSHAT. Brian the Asshat is a big fan of logical fallacies, backpedaling, and straw men. This would not deter me. I would help him learn to accept the differences in others. BUT WHY COULDN'T I ACCEPT THAT BRIAN DID NOT LIKE THE EVIL GAYS, Brian asked. Brain the Asshat admitted to being a troll. He claimed to be a huge fan of a drag queen comedian, then later flat out said that he finds the gay "lifestyle" reprehensible. I could post some exact quotes, but I don't want to exhaust myself searching for those posts, and I'll probably cry rereading them. I maintained this pissing match with Brian for three days. He thought he won, I definitely KNEW I won, but really, no one won, because we were just shouting at each other, across time zones, from behind our computers.
Why do I tell the exhaustive tale of Brian the Asshat? Because I currently have a tab on my browser open to his Facebook page. I check up on him every once in a while, just to see how devoted to his hatred and wrongness he is. He's pretty devoted, it turns out. Most of his posts are about disagreeing with TEH LIBERAL MEDIAAaAaAaA or his young son. His young son, who will grow up in a house that tells him that people who are gay are reprehensible. I feel really bad for Brian's son. But not as good as I feel knowing that Brian is a big jerk. I'm considering sending him a friend request, just so he knows that he is my sworn enemy. I dream about traveling to Texas and running into him. I would then make a very mean comment about his clothing. Maybe I would give him the finger. I don't know, I'm just daydreaming here. But, like, these dreams are really, really, super not healthy, right? Most people would agree on that? Ugh, okay. I just closed the Facebook tab open to Brian the Asshat's page. But he is still the first result that pops up when I type "Brian Williams" into the search bar. I can find him. Whenever I want.
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THIS: Sometimes, you should just step away from your computer when someone makes you mad on the internet. The internet is not real life. Maybe Brian and I could have been friends in real life. (Probably not. He is a Certified Asshat.) Sometimes, you just need to vent your anger into something constructive, like reorganizing your nail polish collection, with angst. And okay, I will admit that I did not actually close Brian's Facebook page. His profile picture is really dumb. I just needed to laugh about it for another second.
3. Have a signature scent
This one comes from my mom. This probably isn't that big on the grown-up scale. I'm sure some people who are very not-grown-up have successful cultivated a signature scent. But it just seems like such a sophisticated thing to do. I like to imagine that if I one day find my perfect signature scent, it will trail behind me like an invisible rainbow, bringing joy to the hearts of my loved ones whenever they smell it, and striking fear into the hearts of my enemies whenever they smell it (looking at you, Brain Williams). The main problem here is that I am extremely olfactorily picky. I am the smells version of a picky eater. The smell of meat? LORD ALMIGHTY, get that stank away!!! Campfire? AHHH, are you TRYING to murder me?? MUSK??? WHY DON'T YOU JUST BRING A BOTTLE OF DEER PEE RIGHT INTO THE ROOM. IT WOULD BE A QUICKER WAY TO ATTRACT THE WILDLIFE.
Conversely, I like really bizarre smells. Gasoline is one of my favorite smells in the world. Sour, tangy smells are amazing. I would bathe in Eau de Old Book if I could. The problem is, I don't want to smell like those things all the time, and people don't usually like people who smell like sour, diesel-soaked librarians. That's not to say that I don't have a scent or two that I will spray in my hair if I have been exposed to meat-cooking fumes, a fire pit, or urinating deer for too long. Vanilla cures all woes. People LIKE vanilla, because it makes you smell like frosting. I also have a seldom-used bottle of Clinique Happy, but that is my MOTHER'S signature scent. I can't steal my signature scent from my mom. I cannot smell like my mother. That's some serial killer level creepiness.
Conversely, I like really bizarre smells. Gasoline is one of my favorite smells in the world. Sour, tangy smells are amazing. I would bathe in Eau de Old Book if I could. The problem is, I don't want to smell like those things all the time, and people don't usually like people who smell like sour, diesel-soaked librarians. That's not to say that I don't have a scent or two that I will spray in my hair if I have been exposed to meat-cooking fumes, a fire pit, or urinating deer for too long. Vanilla cures all woes. People LIKE vanilla, because it makes you smell like frosting. I also have a seldom-used bottle of Clinique Happy, but that is my MOTHER'S signature scent. I can't steal my signature scent from my mom. I cannot smell like my mother. That's some serial killer level creepiness.
Reluctant though I may be to find a signature scent, I still think it's super important. Have you ever borrowed a scarf or the like from someone, and it smelled like them? Then when you wear the scarf, it's like a little reminder of your friend/family member/lady who sold the scarf to you at a yard sale. I have extremely distinct memories of getting cards from people that faintly smell of them (I KNOW HOW CREEPY IT SOUNDS THAT I SNIFF CARDS. If you read back just a bit, you'll see that I'm obsessed with the smell of books, so sniffing paper in general is a thing I do. Yes, I was the girl who chewed on her hair in elementary school. Thanks for asking.) I WANT TO COMFORT PEOPLE WITH MY SMELL.
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THIS: Find the scent that best does you and run with it. Though I do not currently have a signature scent, I would say that the smell most reminiscent of me, at this point in my life, is conditioner and Old Spice Men's Fresh deodorant, which I wear because I do very manly things, like take multiple dance classes a day. I don't know how much comfort Old Spice brings to people, but I hope to find a fruity scent to light my friend's lives and strike fear into Brian Williams' heart. Oh, also, a single dab of perfume is ALWAYS ENOUGH. You don't want to smell like you just slept on a bed of dryer sheets.
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When I typed all five of my main short-comings out, this post was twice as long and five times as tedious. Fortunately for all of us, I decided to make this post two parts! This means a shorter read for you, AND more content to look forward to; for me, this means MORE HITS! So stay tuned for my last two reasons, coming to Facebook and Twitter feeds near you.
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When I typed all five of my main short-comings out, this post was twice as long and five times as tedious. Fortunately for all of us, I decided to make this post two parts! This means a shorter read for you, AND more content to look forward to; for me, this means MORE HITS! So stay tuned for my last two reasons, coming to Facebook and Twitter feeds near you.