I am trying to write more consistently and it is freaking difficult. I am all about quality over quantity and in order to push out quality content I just need to live my life and be honest, not only with myself but with my readers. That in itself, takes time. I can’t push myself to write nor can I just put out terrible, meaningless content. I could, but I am not about that.
It is hard to write because it is hard to process these emotions and feelings, especially now. All of these major life events are happening to me and I have discussed them before here on this blog: a major and final break up between Diego and I, foot surgery most likely coming up in the next month or so, applied to another major university, I got laid off from my job, and I think that’s all, thank the Lord.
I tend to be a pretty introspective person, and I haven’t been allowing myself the time to do such because I’ve been too busy with school and attempting to have a social life. Like I said in my previous post, I need to focus on me in order to succeed. But some of my best writing material comes from inspiration from going out and experiencing life and being young.
For example, I hadn’t been paid yet by unemployment so I asked my mom for money to go out and she gave me ten dollars. Which in this day and age, only gets you one half decent beer OR one shot of well bourbon. I go to a semi local bar in hopes I would find a cute guy to buy me a drink. This is on a Saturday night.
Well the bar I went to was at capacity so I could grab my Mac and Jack beer and go stand on the patio which over looks the Puget Sound. Very pretty, but I was wearing jeans and a tank top. In early March. In the PNW. There were two couples standing on the deck and the older couple shout, “Hey, are you here alone?” I reply “yes”. They wave me over and I sip on my beer.
Once a table opened up after about thirty minutes, they invited me over and bought me a beer. They offered to be my “wing man and woman” for the night to get me a man. The lady was so drunk she flashed me her boobs in the middle of a crowded bar. I was surprised we didn’t get kicked out which would be a true tragedy because it was my favorite bar, well, still is my favorite bar. Shortly after I finished my second beer, I decided to call it a night. No men were hitting me up. But I did have a blast shooting the shit with this older couple.
Now this story wouldn’t have been at all possible had I not gone out on a Saturday night and did something a little out of the ordinary. But I think it’s all about give and take. I mean, look at how Jack Nicholson turned out in the book, The Shining (all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy; Stephen King, anyone?)
Anyways, back to finals for me for the next day and a half and then I am D-O-N-E.