A verb that used to come so naturally to me has become awkward and difficult.  It’s not that I have nothing to say…I’ve certainly been going through enough lately.  I just don’t know how to blog about any of it.

This is a peculiar season of life for me. Life is just fine, but I hardly feel equipped to “encourage young women who are transitioning into adulthood.” I’m the one yearning for encouragement.

I kinda feel embarrassed about some things.  I mean, I try to make good choices, but in the past few months I’ve missed the mark. Admittedly, my life is far from the perfection I often strive towards.

Well eff it.  I’m not perfect.  And while I might not feel equipped to encourage others through my example, perhaps someone will experience encouragement through my imperfections…

Sometimes I make out with people I’m technically not supposed to make out with.  Oh well.  I’m an adult.  I’ll deal with the consequences.

I don’t want to hear about your happy relationship because I’m petty.  Maybe one day I’ll grow up, but maybe not.  Until then, I plan on sitting on my couch and watching old-school episodes of “Sex and the City.”  You know, the good ol’ days when they were all single and miserable.  The way it should be.

I don’t live with anyone right because I’ve developed this habit where nothing makes me happier than to push people away.  Seriously, the guard I have up is my best friend.  And you probably won’t knock it down.  Not anytime soon.

Mmm. What else?  Well, every loser who hits on me makes me feel more and more confident that I’m going to die alone.  After dating a guy with a penis the size of a roll of quarters, a guy who played on his iPhone throughout our whole date, and another who works at WacArnold’s, I’m not feeling very confident about my love life.  I even joined an online dating site and the only men who ever “flirt” with me are old ass weirdos from Texas.

And THAT’S why I read self-help dating books.

I’m just doing the best I can.  And I hope that’s all you want from me.  And I hope that one day, the words will come to me so I can start blogging about some of this shit.

I mean, the quarter-roll-penis thing would’ve made a GREAT post.

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