I find that don’t I identify with a lot of women who are proud to be female.
I don’t know about anyone else, but when I find a new song, album, or artist that I like, it’s nearly impossible for me to stop listening to them for a very long time after my discovery. (Case in point: Dua Lipa. It’s been over a year and a half, and I’m still obsessed. But what can I say? She’s such a queen!)
I have always, without any exceptions, under all circumstances, hated Valentine’s Day. With a burning passion. Ever since I was a child, Valentine’s Day was always just another day of the week for me. I never received any Valentine’s grams or notes from secret admirers or a single rose like on The Bachelor. I always felt like the holiday was overrated, and that it was the one day of the year in which happy couples could rub their relationships and totally irritating, lovey-dovey happiness in all of us single people’s faces — even more than they already did.
Happy New Year, everyone! I hope these first few weeks of 2019 have been treating you well, and I hope that this year is a good one for you! I know some don’t, but personally, I love New Years. I always say I’ll come up with resolutions, and I never do. But this year, I decided that this bad habit of unproductivity (along with many other aspects of my life) needed to change. So it feels only fitting that my first blog post of 2019 is going to be one in which I set my goals and resolutions for this year.
Have you ever had a friend tell you a story which sounds so totally unbelievable and made-up that it just has to be fake? Actually, it doesn’t even need to have been a friend for you to relate to this. Chances are, it’s happened to you at least once. For all I know, it could have been someone you didn’t even know in the first place.
Maybe a stranger walked up to you on the street while you were sat outside a coffee shop minding your own business, and suddenly pulled up the chair next to you and struck up a one-sided conversation with you — in response to which you might have nodded and said things like, ‘mm-hmm’ and ‘wow, really?’ and ‘oh, that’s nice’ to be polite. And throughout their story, you might have felt skeptical, and were only interested in what they said because you wanted to see what they could come up with.
Then, afterwards (and maybe during), you wondered how stupid and gullible they actually thought you could be, and you might’ve even felt a bit insulted by their attempt to spin a story on you. Still, every time it happens, you nod and smile, and give halfhearted encouragements as they speak, even if only to hurry them up so that you can finish your lavender latte and chocolate chip scone (with clotted cream on the side) in peace.
Well, get ready to do a lot of nodding and a lot of smiling. Because the following is one of those stories. It’s absurd, unlikely, magical, and one hundred percent the truth. But whether you believe me or not is for you to decide.
***Trigger Warning: This blog post mentions emetophobia, anxiety and mental health, sickness, vomiting, nausea and eating disorders. Read at your own risk!***
Please also note: I am not, nor am I affiliated with, a medical or mental health professional specializing in the topics mentioned in this post! I have gathered any and all information from the Internet and my own experiences dealing with emetophobia. I have also linked a few resources down below for anyone possibly dealing with symptoms of emetophobia!
” It is a condition that is not widely diagnosed even though it is a fairly prevalent anxiety disorder. “ — Anxiety UK
❝ Vegas means comedy, tragedy, happiness and sadness all at the same time. ❞ — Artie Lange
If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that travelling is one of my favourite things to do. I love going around an unfamiliar town or city and seeing the sights, or just wandering aimlessly and taking everything in. I’ve traveled to quite a few places in my (so far) short life, including various islands in the Caribbean on a cruise, different destinations in Europe while on a Mediterranean cruise, England (obviously), San Francisco, and now… Las Vegas.