For months I’d imagined my first post to be a big bang, fireworks, trumpets sounding in the distance; I have to say I was left feeling a little “meh”. After some soul searching and an apple fritter donut, I’ve come to terms with it, and have moved right on to my second post.
This blog, myauthenticlifeness, is like the interesting-looking person waiting at the bus stop with me every morning. I get a good feeling when I’m near that person, and I’m pretty sure I want to get to know them better. So I’ll just pounce on them and give ’em a big ‘ol slobbery kiss right on the lips, right? Ummm, not unless I really like hard slaps on the face. (Hey man, whatever you’re in to these days, but remind me never to take advice from YOU again!)
A true relationship takes time and patience to cultivate; I may have the urge to spew out all my deep, intimate thoughts and dreams, but that might be too much for them to handle (considering we’ve only met like, three seconds ago)
A sincere friendship requires some good judgement of when, where, what and why, at least initially. And believe me, good judgement has never been my forte, so this is a huge learning curve for me.
You must have gotten the feeling of what I’m talking about by now-it starts with a nod and a shy smile, then maybe a neutral statement about the weather or the upcoming holidays. If they’re more interesting than the “Adele” song I was blasting in my earphones, then I can strike up a non-committal conversation about superficial things such as work, school, the best place to get your legs waxed, why on earth bananas are so expensive. This could go on for weeks without even had exchanged numbers; I would’ve asked for their name at least twice before making up a stupid rhyme to remember it, and so the relationship begins to develop.
It’s still not time to open up that closet full of skeletons just yet-well I could, but I would probably end up drowning my regret in a giant mixing bowl full of chocolate pudding. So let’s just take it slow, chit chat over coffee, test the waters a bit, collect some seashells and pick the sand out of our bathing suits whilst singing “the pina colada song”. Ok I’ve gone too far. Give me an inch…
First thing’s first-Hello, my name is Justina! It’s nice to meet you. I really love your kicks! Did you get them off eBay or did you buy them directly from a sweatshop somewhere in Asia? Oh shit. I blew it.