Guys I know Iām slacking hardcore and I keep telling you that Iāll be back next week and I keep lying to you. In all honesty I’ve just been having a hard time thinking if things to write about. Itās like I donāt have anything relatively fun to say. Instead of calling this thing that I have a āwriters blockā letās just say Iām in a pretty big consistent slump. Every player has their bad games. This is my bad game thatās been going on for a while.
Anyway the real reason Iām writing today is not only because itās Fatherās Day and I want to write something super special, beautiful and heartfelt for my dad. But also because my FUCKING 10 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION is next Friday and Iām NOT a New York Times Bestseller (because I havenāt written anything yet), A Grammy Award winning singer, an Academy Award Winning Actress, a Tony Award winning Lead Actress in a Musical, an Olympic Gold Medalist, nor am I super rich and famous for no reason… donāt tell anyone I still donāt have a bachelors degree. And as much as I love my dad and want to write about him, he would literally just tell me āMimi, fuck youā. Let me be clear when he curses you out itās really all love so donāt think bad about him, heās the best. Iām pretty sure heās buying me a pair of sneakers right now when I should be the one buying him gifts! So basically what Iām saying is that Iāll be writing about my FUCKING 10 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION.
As I said before in a very uplifting and positive way, I aināt done shit in the last 10 years since I fucking graduated HS. So Iām having a lot of mixed feelings about this reunion. First I feel that in this day of social media we donāt really need a HS reunion. I know everything thatās been happening in my former classmates lives, so really what is there to catch up on. Also majority of my graduating class is either married, in serious relationships, and/or have kids. Meanwhile, I’m here thinking like arenāt we too young to be getting married forgetting that Iām on the precipice of 30 (Iām not even sure I used precipice correctly… thatās how fucked I am). Iām no where near where I thought I would be. With my reunion looming over my head, itās really putting my shit show of a life into perspective. Yes Iām working towards my degree and I have a job and all that jazz, but I feel like Iāve wasted the last 10 years of my life. God damnit this is some fucking depressing shit. Iām also 1000% sure this post has the most curse words Iāve ever written before. Also, I guess I’ll get to see people I haven’t seen in a while so that should be fun.š¤„
Well guys on that depressing ass note, Iām going to go drown my sorrows in a large glass of water (because my tum tum is upset with me and I donāt want him to continue to be upset with me.). I will also try and think of a way to become rich and/or famous but preferably rich in one week or less. Should be super fucking easy.
Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily aka Debbie Downer (Should I even go to this reunion? Arenāt they for like people to show off how amazing their lives turned out. I feel like I donāt fit the criteria. Maybe I should do some Romy and Michelle shit and make believe I invented Post-its/Sticky notes. And if you donāt know what Iām referring to, please just go watch Romy and Micheleās High School Reunion… you see I canāt even tell you to go fuck off thatās how sad I be.)
P.S. Happy Fatherās Day to all you amazing Dads. Especially my dad that dude is the fucking best!
Dear Emily šššŗš
I ‘ m sure you have done a lot of things during this last ten years. Getting your bachelors degree is not one of them. Every life is unique. Don’t let others set the standards of YOUR life. My father did not have a career and had A very productive successful life. I have two two careers and haven’t done much with them. I think you are a great person. I wish I had the discipline to start writing. I have so much to say.
Darling go to your meeting and be yourself. Like the stars, the planets, the ants or the lizards you are part of the universe. You are unique.
Beware of those who envy you and will try to feel better about themselves because they have something that you don’t, maybe an spouse or a degree.
Who you are is one thing. What you have is something else.
Love you
Yulen šššššššššā¤ļø
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