Do you ever wonder how people can get away with writing the stupidest, drippiest, most self-indulgent statuses on Facebook and not a SINGLE person calls them out on how terrible they are? If I wrote half of the things I see on my dashboard, I’d get called out on my shit six ways from Sunday.
Contemplating writing an article about the lump/cyst situation I recently dealt with but I’m a little skittish about writing about health things because the last thing I want is to sound like an expert in the field when I don’t have a background in medicine or health.
But I still think it matters. And I’m tired of seeing nothing but endless listicles about Frozen and why Jennifer Lawrence is my spirit animal all over my Facebook dashboard and every other social outlet I’ve got. When shit goes down in your life, it really cracks your skull open. The before version of you could be the most gregarious person at the dinner table and then the after is just you sitting there, in the sea of conversation, staring at everyone and feeling incredibly out of place and thinking about that Talking Heads song lyric, “you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?”
I’m also one week into going cold turkey on soda and coffee and to say it’s been painful is an understatement. Caffeine addiction is real and I’ve had the shakes and headaches to prove it.