Last night my older sister’s friend Sandra came into town for business, so my sister, mother, and I decided to happy hour with her. My mother and I arrive at the restaurant together and find the rest of our party at the bar. After warmly greeting Sandra with hugs and comments like “You look good girl”, we were introduced to her coworker who came with her. Her coworker was a very nice and sociable woman. Today if I was offered a billion dollars to tell you her name, I would regretfully have to decline the proposition because I really don’t have a clue.

So after 20 minutes of being there, my sister mentions my blog. I had called her 30 minutes after putting my first post the other day and politely demanded her to give me feedback. She likes it. Anyways my mother, who is quite the character, quickly contributed to the conversation saying, “YOU BETTER NOT TALK ABOUT ME!!” As if I had concocted some conspiracy to talk shit about her online. She expressed how she isn’t a fan of the idea of having internet strangers know intimate details about my life. She then proceeded to have a whole conversation about how strangers shouldn’t know your business and how blogs can potentially ruin your career.

Trying my best to end the conversation, I tell her that I in fact didn’t tell any internet strangers about her, but instead wrote about my ex bf and ex bff. My mom then disapprovingly said, “What?!” and began to discuss my breakup with the rest of the ladies at the table. Next, Mother provided unsolicited feedback about what I did wrong and how I could improve things. She totally thinks I alone added all of the drama to the breakup and that Ex Boyfriend could never possibly do any wrong. While there is nothing more in the world that I like to do than talk to my parents about my love life, I needed this convo to stop. Remembering that WE HAD JUST MET SANDRA’S NO NAME COWORKER 20 minutes ago, I had wondered why is my mother discussing my still touchy subject of my breakup with her?

So I brought to Mother’s attention how hypocritical it is for her to be talking about Ex Boyfriend with No Name, but not approve of me anonymously blogging. She then replied, “ No Name isn’t a stranger, I am talking to her in person right now!”

Morals of the Story:

1. While parents find it unacceptable for their children to talk to strangers, they love to engage in the activity.
2. Whenever somebody tells you not to blog about them, the universe naturally provides you with material to write about. 

What my readers look like according to Mother 

Hello my name is Dei and for the last couple of weeks I have been contemplating starting a blog. Since I’ve graduated college a lot of transitions in my life have been occurring. Not necessarily the most fun transitions, but some good old growing pains. To illustrate my point, I have provided you with a few examples:

Pain #1 Roommate Issues:

I graduated from college last December. Then I moved back home to the Bay Area to live with my parents and grandma. All the way away from my boyfriend and friends in Atlanta :(…… Enough said. 

Pain #2 Using that Degree: 

After facing the “reality” of this recession (there ain’t no motherfucking jobs) it took me5 months to become employed. THANK YOU JESUS! Now I work 24 hrs/week (I get benefits too) at a job that lets me utilize my Sociology and Anthropology degree. After 2 months of working, I realize that MY DREAM JOB IS TOTALLY THE WRONG FIT FOR ME! So now I am trying to figure out a new career plan, because I CAN’T do this for life!

Pain #3 Beer and Drive Thrus Don’t Mix!: 

In July, I get in a fight with my best girlfriend since 5th grade … a physical fight! Mind you, I have never been in a physical fight before. And this altercation occurred at a Wendy’s drive through. How ghetto fabulous -_-

Fight Synopsis:

So my White/Mexican mixed friend says, “You think you are better than me because you are Black”.Then she hits me in the face and starts crying. Reason 158 why people should know their alcohol limitations. I defend myself, but I am extremely confused and hurt by what happened. Like who does that?!… The Next day she sends me a lame ass text message the next day saying, “I hope you can forgive me some day”. She hasn’t tried calling me ever since.

Pain # 4 Blame it on the Recession:

So for two months my mom, boyfriend, and I plan a fabulous trip to Newport Beach for me and my bf to attend a family friends wedding. My mom buys my plane tickets and pays for the hotel room. The Friday of labor day weekend, I arrive at the hotel that Friday and the bf is totally not answering his phone. After calling his family and friends to make sure he was safe, I later found out that he left his phone in somebody’s car. The next morning he tells me that he can’t come (the day after he was supposed to have his ass there). So being the supportive girlfriend that I am, I find solutions to the problems that were stopping him from coming. BUT SINCE HE WAS SOOOOO upset about getting rejected from a job he applied to (blame it on the recession) he decides to stay in ATL and have some me time. HE ACTUALLY SAID “ME TIME”! We are in a long distance relationship, when do we not have me time?!?!?! So for next 3 days I am alonein a love filled environment… Last month I had just attended his family reunion in Jamaica. We had talked about sharing our life together. Next month in October would have been our 1 year anniversary. Too bad we broke up 2 weeks ago. So that he can have some time to “focus on himself”….

Now this is the most abbreviated version of the story of the last 9 months of my life. I am pretty sure you don’t care to hear the whole detailed story. But as you can tell I am a 23 year old woman who is having a  <Quarter Life Crisis……

So now what?

Life just game me a bushel full of ish. Now I got to figure out what to do with it.

So I have two choices:

1. I can play the victim and hope that my life changes for the better

2. I can actively pursue happiness and live my life to the fullest.

…..I choose the latter.

Over the course of surviving Post Grad life, finding a career, starting new friendships, and being single again, I will be chronicling my journey. I appreciate you being here with me along for the ride. 

I thought this this would be a better visual than a pile of shit