It’s funny how I started a blog where I tell you what’s going on in my life (and basically share the personal thoughts that run through my head, when I’m the type of person who likes to categorize herself as a reserved, passive, and introverted individual). Granted, I have not been keeping up with this project lately, as I have found that a little break to kind of look back and evaluate my life was needed…oh, who am I kidding? I just got lazy and decided not to write. But just as I am awake at 3 am in the morning, something urged me to wake up this page again. I decided to renew my subscription and go back to writing. But this time I want to do it differently.
What goes on in Befriending Murphy is going to be more honest. No more justifying my actions or including disclaimers. No more trying to always sound positive, because hey, I’m actually a realist who sometimes likes to lean more on the half empty side of things, than the half full side of things. Even though it might not be the healthiest way to think, it’s still is a part of me (like even though it might not be the healthiest to complain all the time, but it’s good to vent). I genuinely want to start sharing both the good and the bad stuff. Or share as best as me, Megan, can, as a reserved and insecure human being.
So, as every great journey starts, here’s to Chapter 1: “Hi, my name is Megan. Here’s me being vulnerable.”
I was verbally abused by an 8 year old (tried disciplining him, but got “cursed” at in the end (with off brand curse words an 8 year old is “allowed” to use appropriately).
I drove to 4 Starbucks’s after work so I could study…they were all full.
Bought myself a sub sandwich when I shouldn’t have…
I waited in my car at a parking lot before dance class started, and this girl next to me, opens her door, and hits the side of my car. I walk out so she could see me, but she starts smoking weed and drives off. Now I have a scratch on the side of my car.
I’m officially a part of the club! Here is my first post 🙂 Ohhh, ending that previous statement with an emoji and NOT a period is a big deal for me. I am always told that I text with no emotion, and it gets misinterpreted as me being mad, or something. But I can assure you, I am not. I just like to text, type, twitter, and nooowww… *drum roll please* …blogggg, etc. in full sentences. With that, comes the usage of many many periods. I tried to think reeeeal hard as to why I like typing in full sentences, but couldn’t figure out a legit reason…or did I? Could it be that I know it annoys my friends? So the more I continued to annoy them with it, it just became a habit, and now I subconsciously end everything with a period, whether or not I am actually happy in the message I am sending them?? Or could it be that when I do include an exclamation point, or an emoji, my friends will appreciate it even more, because they’ll know for sure that what I am feeling is real? Or could it just be that I like the mystery? Because who…
What’s even better is when you don’t end with a punctuation mark at all. Now that’s something up for interpretation