OMG Hi. I’m alive.
I survived the end of 2020 and the beginning of its twin, 2021.
I realize it’s been a minute since I last posted…I’ve been so bad.
Like, for real, it’s been two months, and I know, I know. You’re just now realizing what was missing from your year so far:
It’s not socializing with friends…
It’s not going to the theater…
It’s not a genuine feeling of safety and confidence that the world is gonna be okay and we aren’t going to continue being killed off one by one by disease, violence, and hate…
I was missing.
What was missing was me.
And if y0u’re wondering why I’m being so repetitive and blocky and short in my phrases, it is because I would literally rather stick a pen into my eye than write in this blog right now.
BTW guess what? I have over 100 gel pens.
I’ve been avoiding this first post back like the plague (too soon?) Cuz I feel bad that it’s been so long and I know that once I start again I have to keep in a good flow or else I’ll drop off again…
So here are my excuses for going MIA:
Before Christmas I was in kind of a sad, weird “Covid funk” where I ate lots of rainbow goldfish and contemplated the meaning of life all day until my boyfriend—I’m just gonna start calling him “Matt” because I feel like a thirteen year-old every time I say “my boyfriend”—came home from work and I cried because all I did all day was eat rainbow goldfish and feel sorry for myself and he has a job.
You can ask him. It’s true.
I’m currently working to shed the goldfish weight.
Then right after Christmas we got a puppy and he’s a dream, but he’s also very needy…because he is a puppy. If you follow me on social media, you’ve seen him. A lot. You probably unfollowed me to get away, and are only reading this new post because you forgot you’re on my mailing list, and now you’re gonna unsubscribe, and then I’m gonna get a notice that you unsubscribed and I’m gonna wonder if I was mean to you in high school or in Target last week, and it’s gonna be a whole thing.
Speaking of high school, I was thinking about my senior year the other day on “World Cancer Day”…where the whole world comes together to…celebrate? Cancer?
I dunno, I’m not really sure what you do on that day so I just posted a pic of me looking pathetic and sh** during treatment and was like “this is me I am strong.”
(And like, don’t worry, you don’t have to be like, “awww Jesse is making fun of herself because at heart she doesn’t truly believe she’s strong”. That’s not the case, though. I know I am strong—I’m a proud carrier of my “cancer card” and I will always lord it over your psoriasis and seasonal allergies).
What the actual f**k was I talking about, though…
Oh. High school. Yeah I was remembering how I heard that this kid, who shall remain nameless—BUT YES, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I KNOW THAT YOU DID THIS—
This kid sold fancy lollipops in the cafeteria to “raise money for Jesse.” But I dunno, it must’ve paid for prom or some sh** because I didn’t see any of that money.
However, I am very, very patient. And you—-you know who you are—whenever you would like to a) apologize for using me and get right with God or b) pay the f**k up, I’m back in the 315 watching Cobra Kai, and anxiously awaiting your call.
**(I’m also aware of a similar ruse in the Syracuse community theater scene, although with that one, I don’t have names or specifics)
Also, guess what? I am learning self-defense. Matt is a black belt and is teaching me, even though every 30 seconds I go “owww, my ankle” in a really annoying voice.
2021 has given me a lot of things I didn’t need, but am happy to take.
For example, I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER. Thought. “I wonder what happened to every single character in the ‘Karate Kid’ movies.”
But I discovered the answer in 2021. (I know it is technically a 2018 series. I just found it this year, k?)
And I found Russell Stover sugar free peanut butter cups, too.
Didn’t need ‘em. Happy to have ‘em!
Oh. Oh. OH. And this song about dinosaurs in love that I just heard yesterday and almost cried?
YEAH I DIDN’T NEED THESE THINGS.
BUT I LIKE THEM. I’LL TAKE THEM.
Alright, I’m gonna wrap this up because it’s not really going anywhere. I gotta go watch Sopranos. (Tony just whacked Ralphie for setting his horse on fire, and now he’s trying to pin it on New York.)
So yeah, I’ve been avoiding this post because it is the “band aid post.” It’s the “I’m sorry, I’ve been bad about posting, so now that I’m posting again, I’m gonna be better about posting” post.
Band aid ripped.
And maybe…just maybe
My next post will have a clear, concise beginning, middle and end.
And a point.