OK, this guy’s a bit of a belated travel diary post. When the fam and I were still in the UK (so, months ago), my aunt and uncle came to visit so we thought we’d take them on a couple day trips out of London – one to Oxford, home of the Hogwarts great hall, and Brighton, a cute lil seaside town. Here are some photos from that! Continue reading
Welp, I’m back, after another blogging break where I just dropped off the face of the WordPress earth. I think these statements like “I’m back!” would be more appropriate had anyone noticed that I was gone in the first place, but you know. I noticed I was gone.
Today is July 15th. I’ve spent just over a month back home in my sleepy town in California, and I feel like I’ve gotten very little accomplished in this time. For fuck’s sake, I feel like I’ve gotten very little accomplished in the past year-slash-ALL OF MY LIFE. Where does this bizarre expectation/ambition come from? Is it just a ‘my personality’ thing or is it a product of being asked when I was little where the last 2% on a test I got a 98 on went? Who fuckin’ knows.
I’m thinking about things like – how to take care of myself. Where to draw the line between pushing myself and letting myself rest. How to shift the foundations of how I think so I can breathe easy. What kind of person I want to become.
It’s just you and me today, blog universe. So let’s sit and I’ll pour out my heart, my uncertain, frantic, depressed heart, and maybe I’ll glean something from it after it’s all done.
A lot of the time people will tell you they’re “here for you”. They’re here if you want to talk, if you want to cry, if you want to be distracted. I want to be “here for you”, too, only “you” is “myself”. So I guess that would make it here for me. I need to be here for myself, because I am the biggest constant in my life; I am my own home.
I want to work on being present and conscious. I’m very focused on how lacking I am, and so I’m constantly not really “there”, wherever “there” may be at that time. I’m not touching smelling tasting seeing hearing whatever is happening, because I’m thinking about where I think I should be instead of where I am. I’m fixated on how to get there, and where that actually is, what that actually entails. But I’m only breathing now – I’m in constant conflict with myself and the present, because all I’m thinking of is how lacking it is and how I can change it for the future. I want to stop and let myself be. (i.e. subtweeting myself @maxine CAN SHE LIVE) I live in my head so damn much, always talking to myself up in that noggin (another subtweet I’d like to direct @maxine y do u talk like an old man from the Highlands), and I want to get out sometimes. It’s hard shutting yourself up though, when I could replay hours of awkward exchanges on command. (I can even do that unsolicited. Hours upon hours of saying the wrong thing and doing the worst thing, comin’ right up! Roll in for a full theatrical masterpiece of self-loathing!) My point is: I want to get out of my head, stop constantly being unhappy with myself, and let myself LIVE.
There’s a line to draw here, though, and it’s subtle and blurred and I have no idea where the line actually is. The line might even not be a line at all! It could be dots!!! Very small and very close together!! At the same time I’m letting myself just be, I want to be bettering myself. Are these two ideas fundamentally at odds? I have a feeling they might be, but I don’t want them to be like that. I want to live at peace with myself, while also constantly striving to craft a life I am at home in. That’s a balance I think I’ll be figuring out for the rest of my life, but goddamn if I don’t want to arrive at the rest of my life right the fuck now, instead of stuck in this place I feel like is a stagnant, festering cesspit of a dental waiting room.
But!!! There is no such thing as the waiting room. I was listening to an episode of the Monocycle podcast, hosted by the one and only Leandra of Man Repeller (we are on a first name basis because she’s one of those Internet greats that spawn deep internal questions like, “What would Leandra do? Clash patterns?”), on a walk home through Kensington Gardens when I was still in London. This was a while ago, because it was still chilly and I remember wearing gloves and having to yank them off quickly because I needed to get down what she was saying. The thing I wrote down, the thing that I’m trying desperately to get my thick head to understand, is that the waiting room doesn’t exist. I can’t just be “waiting” for my life to happen. This period of stagnancy is still my life, this period where I feel lost and adrift in an ocean – it’s still my life! My life isn’t on pause. It hasn’t stopped patiently, waiting for me to get back on my tricycle and keep plodding along. My life is the waiting room; my waiting room is life.
I can’t just “wait” to be called out of this waiting room. This is something I’m going to need to figure the fuck out of by myself. There are doors and escape paths, and I just need to find them. I’m here for me. I’m the only one who is going to give myself everything I’ve got.
We’re a week out from the end of my spring 10×10 experiment where I wore 10 pieces of clothing for 10 days, so today I’ll be recapping my experience with the challenge/experiment/what else can I call it to make it sound less pressure-y, and sharing some of the things I’m taking away as I move forward with my closet. (This was probably an awful sentence to read for anyone into the English language and its grammar – Sorry! I love long sentences and use commas where my teachers tell me I ought not to.)
I finished reading We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver a few days ago, on a car ride. I’ve been reading the book off and on for maybe the past month and a half or so, after putting it on my to-read list when the movie was released all the way back in 2011 (dude, in 2011 I was 14… what a wee beb I was!) and I decided I loved Ezra Miller and wanted to see everything he was in. Well, I finally got around to it, @14y/oMax! I found the damn book at a thrift store a year and a half ago and now I’ve finished the thing and I’m writing down some thoughts!
It’s the last day of this thing!!!!! Apologies for this belated post – I had kind of a rough go of it last night and spent some time crying my eyes out, which is possibly a post for another time if I ever decide to talk about this strained mother-daughter relationship o’ mine. But here we are, and better late than never, yeah?
ONE MORE DAY!!!! One day more like the Les Mis song? Today we’ve got another outfit that pushes me a bit out of my comfort zone in forcing me to combine pieces I thought wouldn’t work well together, and then upon finding them on my body I decide they do actually look kind of alright!
Another month down, and big things are gonna be happening – I’ll be going back to the US on the 9th of June, which makes these last few days in London all the more precious. I haven’t gone anywhere too far off and exotic this month, but I’m kind of a homebody, so that’s been nice. Also, when ‘home’ is currently ‘London’, home is full of things to do anyway, so it’s not like I’ve been staying in some potato farm in the middle of nowhere. (Although that might be cool? I would presumably have access to all those potatoes to eat.)
Anyway, this month in review we’ve got some cat photos (as always), some thoughts against digital detoxes and the Karlie Kloss/Joshua Kushner relationship (yes he’s Jared Kushner’s brother yes that means if Karlie ever gets married to him there’s a Taylor Swift/Donald Trump connection yes that appalls me), and a really, really great podcast episode.
1. david hockney at the tate britain