As most of those around me know, I’m having quite a hard time as of late. Read More »
It’s my birthday!! Shower me with gifts and love! Love me! Kidding. But yeah, I’m 19 today (scary Mary), and I feel old.
Like, I know I’m not old. I’m actually very young. I’ve loads of living left to do. But, like every other entitled and narcissistic millenial, I feel like I have a wealth of experiences to draw on at my young age.
So, here are the 19 things I’ve learned at the ripe old age of 19. You’re welcome.
1. Always Give More Than You Get
Follow this, and you’ll never be in the wrong again. Always give 110%, and you can be sure that when things go downhill, you don’t have to worry about yourself, because you did everything you possibly could
2. Cover Your Arse
Similar to the last point, but honestly will save you so much time and arguments. Just do everything the first time, and make sure you think of everything before charging in.
3. If Possible, Take the High Road
It makes you look better. But, if they really hurt you, aint nothing wrong with getting it off your chest.
4. Don’t Be Petty
It’s ugly. You’re better than that.
5. Drink More Water!!!
6. Worrying About Money Won’t Give You More Money
Unless you are at critical situation, stop worrying about money. You’re so young. What the fuck.
7. Problem? Have a Bath
8. More Problems? Go Outside
Fresh air: it works. Who knew?
9. Laugh At Yourself, and Everyone Else Will Laugh With You
In an awkward or embarrassing situation? Laugh it off. It’ll make everyone else comfortable, and make yourself feel better when they’re laughing with you, rather than at you.
10. Stretch More
11. Change Your Bedding, Do Some Dusting, and Hoover More
A clean environment makes for a clean and healthy mind.
12. Stop Playing Yourself Down To Everyone
You are interesting, you are funny, and you are pretty. I mean it. You know it, so prove it.
13. It’s Better to Be ‘Silly-Funny’ Than ‘Mean-Funny’
14. You Will Never Regret Making More Effort, You Will Only Regret Making Less
15. Stop Thinking Everything Means Something. It Doesn’t.
Sometimes shit happens, and we have to just accept it. It doesn’t have an almighty meaning, and it doesn’t count towards your karma-points. Learn from things, and move on. Stop making meaning when there isn’t any.
16. Stop Thinking Everything You Do Has To Mean Something. It Doesn’t.
You want to eat 3 cheeseburgers in a row? Go for it. You want to get a tattoo of a panda holding a rifle? Why the hell not? You want to write a book about what it’s like to be YOU? Do it. Not everything has to be Big and Meaningful.
17. Remember Your Age
You’re young. Stop thinking like an 80 year old. Do something stupid. Make mistakes. It’s okay.
18. You’re Allowed To Be Sad Sometimes
19. But Being Sad Will Get You Nowhere
Get help. Do things. Make connections. Nothing is worth feeling like it’s the end of the world, but having to smile anyway.
And there you have it. My impartial bits of wisdom that I have selflessly shared with you lot so you don’t make the same mistakes as me. But at the same time, what do I know? A year from now I could be making another one of these posts and say exactly the opposite of everything I’ve just said so… do whatever you want. Or something.
Honestly though, thank you for following me on this little blog for as long as you have, even if you haven’t for very long. I’m still working at this blogging thing (and generally this ‘life’ thing) and doing this makes things a lot more fun and interesting. I look forward to the next year of my life carrying on with this blog and meeting more of you lovely people.
Here’s to the next year (THE LAST ONE OF BEING A TEENAGER).
For about the past decade, I’ve suffered with a disorder called Trichotillomania. Here’s the NHS definition if you want to know more about it, and here and here are my past posts about the subject, if you want to know more from the horse’s mouth (or mine. whichever).
I’m not going to spend time explaining the whole thing again, so if you don’t already know, then do some learnin’, then come back to me. If you have any questions about Trich, mental health, or just want to chat, send me a comment.
Until then, here are the Five Unexpected Benefits of Having Trichotillomania…
I thought it was about time that I got back to writing about That Thing That I Have, because I sort of ignored it on the blog for a little while I was trying to get my name out there, blogging-wise.But I suppose that if you’re sort of ignoring the reason you started blogging in the first place, then you might as well not be doing it at all. Or something.Read More »
To continue my little life series, I thought I’d make a post about how to start off the ‘University Journey’. Sounds nice and easy, doesn’t it? Well, we’ll see.Read More »
I’ve spent most of this morning (it’s currently just gone midday) in bed, either on my phone, or stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the outside world by pulling the covers over my head and pretending that nothing else exists. And a large portion of my mind is still screaming at me to do that.
I seem to have hit a bit of a bump.Read More »
They say “time heals all wounds” and, as much as it sucks to say, it really does. This applies to both the physical and the psychological. I mean, if you lose a leg you’re probably not getting that one back. But after some time, it won’t be bleeding any more. That’s kind of what I’m getting at here.Read More »
I do not feel real. Read More »
Today, I saw the doctor. Read More »
Hey, hi, hello there. Without waffling too much like always, here’s a blog post about why Trichotillomania isn’t self harm. You’re welcome.
If you’ve read my posts before, hopefully you’ll be aware (and if you weren’t aware then um… surprise) that I suffer with a disorder called Trichotillomania. This is an Impulse Control Disorder (or ‘ICD’ (not to be confused with the ‘International Classification of Disorders and Diseases’ which is a big ass book about all sorts of stuff)) that causes the sufferer to have the uncontrollable urge to pull out their own hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc. Man, that was a mouthful.Read More »