Daily Prompt – Not For Thee

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

I really shouldn’t comment on this…

I’ve both given and received all kinds of advice – but predominantly not even taking my own advice, even when I know that it’s right, and I should – I still don’t and I simply cannot work out why. Why do I continue to go against all my better judgements?

So even if I was given advice, it probably wouldn’t apply to anybody else because it would probably be so explicitly directed only at me, no doubt for being so apprehensive or stupid.

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Daily Prompt – Good Tidings

Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.

Ten years ago I would have just recently turned 22. I’m not quite sure if I was still in my share house with the lesbians, or in my share house with the girl with cerebral palsy.

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Daily Prompt – Hand-Me-Downs

Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

I’ve experienced hand-me-downs all my life from clothing to recipes to advice, I’ve had it all, from different people in different facets, and it’s quite hard to pinpoint a few. Continue reading

Daily Prompt – On Bees and Efs

Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack thereof).

There are a few particular BFF’s that I could write about, but I think I’ll focus on a past BFF – ‘D’.

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Daily Prompt – Powerful Suggestion

What’s the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year (or five, or ten…) ago?

I think that generally speaking, I would have preferred if all my advice, was from my future self advising me on specific life choices I should and shouldn’t make. I think primarily it would have been related to my dancing ambitions, specifically, prompting me to move to Melbourne at a much younger age, to further develop my dancing abilities and talent, to make me a much stronger and athletic dancer.

Other than that, I would want my future self to give me advise (or better, a slap in the face) telling me not to get involved with specific people. Ie guyslike this… It would just save myself so much drama and heartache and bullshit!!
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Mar 5 – Feel Like Myself

When or where do you feel most like yourself?

 
Hmmm, good question.

I think generally I’m usually my ‘real’ self around those who I have a really strong connection with. That’s not to say that I’m not being ‘me’ when I’m with everybody else I know, but there are different versions of me, depending on who I’m around, and the situations that I find myself in.

Just reading that, I realise that I’m actually quite weird, and perhaps even to a degree, I’m not even allowing myself to be honest with myself in that I’m not being my ‘true’ self 100% of the time… and if it were somebody else coming to me and saying that about themselves, then I’d be telling them exactly that – you’re not being true to who you are, and you shouldn’t feel as though you need to censor yourself in order to fit in.

…and yet I can’t take my own advice.

Typical.

Thinking back over the years, I’ve been quite up and down in terms of ‘who’ I am and the version of ‘me’ that I show to people which, in hindsight, is a bit stupid. Why am I so afraid to be my weird crazy self? At what point did I become so heavily concerned about editing myself in order to please other people. How fucking wrong does that sound!? Look, I completely agree that when you’re me, and you tend to have a mouth like a sailor, there are times and places when that is acceptable, and when it is not; I get it. I truly do… but my potty-mouth aside, why should I have to compromise who I am, just to keep other people happy??

Over the past couple of years moreso, I’ve discovered that I’ve done this to myself more and more, and I feel as though every time I do that, I’m chipping away a little piece of me. It’s like that saying, ‘Everytime you make a wish, a fairy gets it’s wings’ in which the opposite is something along the lines of ‘Every time you do something bad, God kills a puppy’ … and that’s kind of how I feel when I believe that I’m compromising who I am. Every time I have to pretend that I’m somebody I’m not, a piece of me dies inside.

So if I happen to be having a conversation with you, and I just happen to mention in passing that I’m dead on the inside… I’m probably being serious.

But then, rather than focusing on what has already happened, I should be putting more of an effort into discovering alternative and positive pathways to rectify this situation. Right? Well, I have only a couple of people that I truly feel as though I can be myself around. Literally, I think there’s only 3 of them. Those are the people that I feel really ‘get me’. Perhaps because I can connect with them on a level that is quite rare in others… and so when I find somebody who shares the same traits, I’m hooked.

Let’s be friends!!

But when you’re around people who aren’t like that, it’s a real struggle. I can babble away with random shit that will crack me up with laughter, and to others, it just induces weird looks because they simply don’t understand. And there’s nothing worse than finding something hilarious, only to then have to try and explain why you find it so damn funny you end up with sore cheeks and tears rolling down your face.

Basically, I just need people in my life that share my sense of randomness and my sense of dark, twisted, sarcastic humour. This is why I feel as though people like Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler and Whitney Cummings are actually my spirit animals.

Let’s face it, I need sarcastic bitches in my life. Then I can truly be me.

Feb 25: Parents

Describe your relationship with your parents. How has it changed over the years?

 

Well, my relationship with my mum has always been great. She’s always been my rock. She’s been the one who has always given me guidance when I’ve needed it, as well as just being somebody that I can talk to and confide in when I’m feeling overwhelmed or life just seems to be turning to shit.

Admittedly, our relationship has been somewhat… quieter since she moved interstate, and that’s primarily my fault, because I haven’t made time in my life to make her a priority, and I feel bad about that. I feel as though I’ve neglected her a bit, instead of keeping in regular contact with her.

Actually, perhaps I should do that today… call her and have a proper catch up…

My father, on the other hand, is somebody that I haven’t spoken to for about 10 – 11 years now. We had a massive falling out a couple of months before my 21st birthday, and it was the sort of falling out that lead me to keep and create the biggest grudge. It was a pivotal moment in my life, and something that I made a decision on, and haven’t looked back since.

But even saying that, my relationship with my father was always strained. He was the type of man who was very conservative, and incredibly stubborn, and had very defined expectations of me as his child; his son, and his first born. At times he was quite overbearing, and that actually became quite polarising, and pushed me away from him. We never really got along, even when I was a little kid. It’s sad to say that, and it’s unfortunate, but removing that from my life was one of the best decisions I’ve made, and one of the most freeing decisions I’ve made.