Let’s Rediscover: A Sense of Wonder and Novelty.

There are many things that frighten me: The California Drought, the impending series finale of Scandal, and how my nephew knows how my iPhone works before knowing the alphabet. It’s a small thing considering his generation was born into this world, already filled with advanced technology ready for the taking. But it still has me concerned.

When I look back on my childhood (which wasn’t that long ago), I remember being outside and going on adventures every Sunday to random area in Los Angeles; we’d explore the lavish houses of the rich and greedy, followed by the innards of Los Angeles, herself.  Then I fast forward to today and find myself on my computer most days, confined within the walls of my apartment.

A few months ago, in Seattle, my mom took a picture of the highway. We were surrounded by towering evergreens along this tiny two-way speedway and she decides to take a picture of the rolling fog. In her picture there was a bird. A bird! Her excitement was akin to a child who has never seen a bird before and when she showed me, my reaction treated the moment as such.

“Oh, how cute! It’s a bird. In the air. Flying. How original.” Suffice to say, I didn’t care that much. It was just a bird! Then I began to think: Where did the sense excitement go? When did we lead the mundane and leave the eccentric and wondrous? When did seeing an animal that can FLY become so boring? Can you fly? Didn’t think so. Between my recent apartment confinement and this quick dismissal of avian wonder, I realized that I needed to get out more. This wasn’t in realizing that I lacked a life, rather that I lacked that sense of wonder and novelty.

Life has been so consumed by social media, like Tumblr and Twitter and Facebook, that I fear all of my time is set aside for that consumption. I was and am blindly content with living that life. It’s warm, safe, and doesn’t give me splinters or hurt my ankles. But in being so enveloped in this kind of life, I feel like everything beyond me has become dull, out of reach, or boring.

I refuse to accept that.

Life is so much more than the four walls of our rooms and the screens of our computers. There’s a whole world out there that is so beautiful and vast. Here comes the call to action: I feel we should turn off the screens, silence our phones, and step outside.

Let’s hit the trails or dip our toes in the ocean, and realize that there is a whole world out there to be discovered. Step outside and realize that there are so many things that are just as novel and just as wonderful.


Let’s Explore: My Brand of Humour.

As far back as I can remember, people around me liked to comment on who I am. Not for the sake of helping me out, but for what felt like sport. Obviously, my harsh reactions outweighed the (I am hoping good) intent of these comments. When I was younger I didn’t really know to what these people were referring. It was mostly because I cried a lot or clung to my mother or avoided sports. Essentially, these comments were catered to my resistance of hegemonic masculinity (go younger me!). But as I grew up, these comments became both sharper and accurate. Family, friends, temporary paramours began to comment on how I looked, the topics I talked about, how seriously I took things, and thought I had a severe case of self-deprecation and low self-esteem.

I must admit, my self-esteem isn’t akin to the level of Tom Hanks or Bill Murray (I don’t really know if they do have high self-esteem, they just appear to be people who would. I mean look at them, they’re amazing!). I am well aware that I am not perfect and I have a lot to work on. I am also well aware to the fact that it gets to me sometimes when I can’t achieve a goal or I can’t accomplish a task. It’s human nature to get down on yourself. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop fighting. In that sense, what I do have is high self-worth. In acknowledging my flaws, I know that I can do better. I can keep climbing and pushing. I am doing alright.

Now onto the humour part of all this.


I sometimes use self-deprecating humour. I comment on my flaws, blow them out of proportion, and make jokes out of them. If people feel the need to comment on who I am, why can’t I? Isn’t it the same thing as taking away their cannon fodder, so I don’t get blown to bits. In knowing my worth and my flaws, I’m not chipping away at myself. I’m reinforcing myself; making the bits that aren’t so great, stronger in their greatness. Even now I get so hesitant to post something on social media about my “lack of a social life” or my “lack of a job” because I feel it will somehow warrant a ridiculous response from someone who feels its their duty to help me get back on track.

Newsflash: I don’t need your help and I don’t care if I come off as whiny. If I want to say my being in bed at 9PM is the reason why I don’t have a social life, I will. Take it as a joke, because 8/10, that’s exactly what it is. My commenting on my lack of a job is also what helps me cope through the fact that I don’t have a job. It’s not that I’m not looking (because I am), it’s just that I need something to do while passing the time. Friends, family, former temporary paramours: I. AM. OKAY. But there’s no way in hell that I am retooling my brand of humour to make you feel comfortable around me. The day I do that, is the day that I start chipping away at myself and I hope that day never comes.

Oh, one more thing:
You bet your ass I spelled humour with a ‘u’, i’m pretentious like that.

(halfway through writing this, it became more of a reassurance to those around me than a definition of my humour…like and share if you agree!)

What Each Myers-Briggs Personality Type Is Like As A Friend

INFJ and accurate.

Thought Catalog


ENFP: The excitable yet surprisingly insightful friend who subtly gives you a pep talk every time you hang out and leaves you feeling like you could be the next President.

ESFJ: The friend who lets you live at their house for two weeks after you break up with your significant other so they can make sure you’re eating, sleeping and going to work like a functioning human being.

ENTJ: The successful and slightly bossy friend who is constantly challenging you to reach your full potential – because they see it in you, even when you don’t see it in yourself.

ISTJ: The super-organized friend who always shows up fifteen minutes early for your hangouts and whom you’d pretty much trust with your life.

ENFJ: The wise mother hen who’s there come hell or high water but isn’t afraid to give you tough love if ever and whenever you need…

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Why You Should Date Someone You Can Be Boring With

i’ve never read anything more poignant and relevant.

Thought Catalog

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In the beginning stages of a budding relationship, people will tell you some version of the same advice: “Be yourself.”

They have good intentions. What they’re trying to say is: be comfortable, have fun, enjoy yourself, be genuine. They want you to be able to have a good time and to show this person who you truly are.

But what frequently happens is that people take “be yourself” to mean that you have to be the most ideal version of yourself.

If you’re smart, do everything in your power to show this person how incredibly intelligent you are. If you’re funny, make them laugh as hard and as often as possible. If you’re compassionate, overwhelm them with how much compassion you have at all times.

Be yourself – in the most perfect, flawless, and unattainable way possible.

But the point of being in love is not so that you…

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