Gloriana
Patron Saint Of Smileys
- Joined
- Aug 2, 2009
- Messages
- 949
- MBTI Type
- INFJ
- Enneagram
- 6w5
First off, I'm a blog whore. What I mean is that I've had many passionate affairs with many different blog mediums, but have strayed from all of them after a certain period of time. I saw the blog option on this site, that little blue link sitting there beckoning me with its promises of potentially marvelous adventures in paragraph composition, and I could not resist.
Here I am, getting to know my newest blogging concubine, typing my own words onto its yielding flesh of a white screen, feeling the ardor of potential, knowing deep down in my heart I will make like Mary Poppins and only stay until the wind changes.
I'm a cheating motherfucker, and my neglected blog on Facebook is so royally pissed at me right now. I'm just not a one-blog woman.
I'm enjoying the hell out of this site so far, I have to say. I'm just a bit slow at picking things up. I only know the bare basics of HTML, and the knowledge I have of it is pretty much "Circa 1998". I have figured out how to quote whole messages on the threads, I have not yet learned how to take apart a message and quote it bit by bit. I will obsess over this until I figure out how, congratulate the shit out of myself once I've learned how, and then sit here asking myself why I always pour so much energy into mundane shit like that.
I'm currently in the midst of rebuilding my life up from an unexpectedly clean slate I received in Sept 2008. My husband cheated and left, the interest income I had from stocks completely tanked, and I woke up living with my Mom in a county with high unemployment rates and little to do in the social spectrum.
If you think this is a sob story, you are mistaken!!!
Had something like this happened to me back when I was 23, this would have been a depressing diatribe about the unfairness of life with a list of all the reasons I always receive the shortest muthafuckin' end of the stick. There might have also been some carefully chosen Coldplay lyrics inserted between paragraphs for emphasis.
But I'm not 23, you lucky bastards.
I'm 31 and I'm a determined motherfucker who is hellbent on triumph. I would now prefer to learn and grow, challenge myself and succeed rather than sit in a pool of my own tears waiting for someone to make me a PB&J sandwich and a mix CD of "Comfort Songs".
If I want the PB&J (which I often do...), I will make it myself. I'm feeling the full effects of my youthful indecisiveness. I left school in 9th grade and never looked back, and after a long stint behind a desk as a paper-pusher in a hospital when I was 19, I spent the majority of my 20s pursuing screenwriting, Improv performing, film making, radio voice over work and other creative pursuits which I was rarely paid for. In my head, I thought "It's not the REFERENCES that matter, it's the EXPERIENCE that's gonna get me where I'm going!!".
Basically, I was an idealistic dumb-ass. I think the INFJ breed have a penchant for shit like that...
So now I've got a GED, no college save some adult education courses, no money, a shit heap for a car, and a whole life to put together. I refuse to think I'm fucked though, I outright refuse.
I'm on a good path I think. As painful as the break-up of my marriage has been, it is truly proving to be a watershed. If anything, with all the positive changes that have taken place in 11 months, I think: "Sonofabitch, why didn't I get married and divorced back when I was 20?". I think of Nietzsche running around wishing bad things would happen to his friends so they might grow, and I really understand that shit now. The pain sucks, but the rewards kick-ass if you grab them.
I've been throwing myself into practically everything. Pounding the pavement applying for any job out there, investigating my options for further education, meeting scores of new people. Learning umpteen lessons about who I am, what I'm really made of, and how much I have power in my choices for myself. Every day is a challenge and I certainly have my down days, but the bigger picture looks pretty damn bright to me.
I just hope I don't wake up in ten years thinking I was such an idealistic dumb-ass when I was 31...
I've come to this site to learn more about the MBTI, and hopefully gain even more insight into me, who I am, who I want to be, and who I want to be with in the future. I've come to learn about others, your thoughts and ideas, your opinions and experiences. Adding it all to the cache of things I'm gaining in my new life.
I've also come here to be an incorrigible smart-ass. I hope that's OK?
And here endith this first entry with my newest conquest in the blogosphere. That felt good.
Time for a cigarette.
Here I am, getting to know my newest blogging concubine, typing my own words onto its yielding flesh of a white screen, feeling the ardor of potential, knowing deep down in my heart I will make like Mary Poppins and only stay until the wind changes.
I'm a cheating motherfucker, and my neglected blog on Facebook is so royally pissed at me right now. I'm just not a one-blog woman.
I'm enjoying the hell out of this site so far, I have to say. I'm just a bit slow at picking things up. I only know the bare basics of HTML, and the knowledge I have of it is pretty much "Circa 1998". I have figured out how to quote whole messages on the threads, I have not yet learned how to take apart a message and quote it bit by bit. I will obsess over this until I figure out how, congratulate the shit out of myself once I've learned how, and then sit here asking myself why I always pour so much energy into mundane shit like that.
I'm currently in the midst of rebuilding my life up from an unexpectedly clean slate I received in Sept 2008. My husband cheated and left, the interest income I had from stocks completely tanked, and I woke up living with my Mom in a county with high unemployment rates and little to do in the social spectrum.
If you think this is a sob story, you are mistaken!!!
Had something like this happened to me back when I was 23, this would have been a depressing diatribe about the unfairness of life with a list of all the reasons I always receive the shortest muthafuckin' end of the stick. There might have also been some carefully chosen Coldplay lyrics inserted between paragraphs for emphasis.
But I'm not 23, you lucky bastards.
I'm 31 and I'm a determined motherfucker who is hellbent on triumph. I would now prefer to learn and grow, challenge myself and succeed rather than sit in a pool of my own tears waiting for someone to make me a PB&J sandwich and a mix CD of "Comfort Songs".
If I want the PB&J (which I often do...), I will make it myself. I'm feeling the full effects of my youthful indecisiveness. I left school in 9th grade and never looked back, and after a long stint behind a desk as a paper-pusher in a hospital when I was 19, I spent the majority of my 20s pursuing screenwriting, Improv performing, film making, radio voice over work and other creative pursuits which I was rarely paid for. In my head, I thought "It's not the REFERENCES that matter, it's the EXPERIENCE that's gonna get me where I'm going!!".
Basically, I was an idealistic dumb-ass. I think the INFJ breed have a penchant for shit like that...
So now I've got a GED, no college save some adult education courses, no money, a shit heap for a car, and a whole life to put together. I refuse to think I'm fucked though, I outright refuse.
I'm on a good path I think. As painful as the break-up of my marriage has been, it is truly proving to be a watershed. If anything, with all the positive changes that have taken place in 11 months, I think: "Sonofabitch, why didn't I get married and divorced back when I was 20?". I think of Nietzsche running around wishing bad things would happen to his friends so they might grow, and I really understand that shit now. The pain sucks, but the rewards kick-ass if you grab them.
I've been throwing myself into practically everything. Pounding the pavement applying for any job out there, investigating my options for further education, meeting scores of new people. Learning umpteen lessons about who I am, what I'm really made of, and how much I have power in my choices for myself. Every day is a challenge and I certainly have my down days, but the bigger picture looks pretty damn bright to me.
I just hope I don't wake up in ten years thinking I was such an idealistic dumb-ass when I was 31...
I've come to this site to learn more about the MBTI, and hopefully gain even more insight into me, who I am, who I want to be, and who I want to be with in the future. I've come to learn about others, your thoughts and ideas, your opinions and experiences. Adding it all to the cache of things I'm gaining in my new life.
I've also come here to be an incorrigible smart-ass. I hope that's OK?
And here endith this first entry with my newest conquest in the blogosphere. That felt good.
Time for a cigarette.
