Hey happy dog year everybody, I don’t know about you but I’m glad the rooster year is finally over.
I enjoy reading my Chinese horoscope, and it looks like my career is going to get pretty lit this year (yay!) but everything else is kinda meh (especially health… literally sounds like I’m going to break all my bones and lose gallons of blood this year – how lovely).
But hey, let’s focus on career life here for a moment.
I was eating fried chicken at a Korean restaurant and the sad Korean song was sad.
Lately I’ve found myself constantly telling people that my social media is a lie.
Most of the time, I say it in a joking way since I don’t always share things in real time (e.g. if I post a photo of last month’s lobster dinner it doesn’t mean I ate it last night), but more and more I feel my social media portrays an inaccurate picture of what my life is currently like.
So I got a tattoo – well, two actually.
It didn’t really hurt, and I’m not here to go off on a personal monologue as to what my tattoos mean, but I did want to write about why I got a tattoo. It’s probably the same reason why many people get their first tattoo- because it means something, something important.
This month has been tough – it’s been difficult for a lot of people around me. People are ill, people are hurting, and there’s nothing anyone can really do except be there for each other. Perhaps that is the only shining light in this darkness that currently surrounds us.
So give me all your pain
And love will set you free
Give me all your shame
Put all your weight on me
And I’ll be the stone that you need me to be.
I’d like to believe that I am an optimistic person, but the reality is that I’m more pessimistic than most people think. Sometimes, morbid and depressing thoughts just enter my mind and instead of reacting with: Well it doesn’t have to be this way! or Look at the bright side! I just solemnly agree in silence.
What kind of thoughts are these? Well…
Last week, my coworker asked me for advice on how to explain death to a preschooler.
I believe that children are almost always smarter than we think, so there is no need to sugarcoat bad news. In fact, I would argue that it is better to be simple and honest about a serious topic, and to fully explain it so that it doesn’t cause any confusion or trauma.
But really what do I know? I don’t consider myself as a person who has had any close contact with death.
I avoid writing about love or relationships. I write about other types of love like my family, friends, and self-love, but I don’t write about romantic love.
Why not? Because it’s very personal, which makes it kind of scary to share with the internet.
Oh, and also I don’t think anybody really cares.