I'm not sure if I should be scared out of my mind or happy that some of my habits haven't changed.
I've always written. Not just stories or in a diary, I use writing as therapy. I didn't know that's what I was doing when I was 11, but I understood that the world made sense when I wrote things out. To this day, I feel so much better getting something out of my head and onto paper. Even if it's just, "Launch SKS website? :) Get yo shit together, GIRL!"
Here are the three types of writing that I find myself doing in the past and present:
1. Self-Affirmation (And the occasional tough love.)
2. To-do lists (Everything goes on the to-do list. "Go to work" is on the to-do list.)
3. Comics (Did you know I write comics sometimes? And YES, I'm counting comics as writing.)
And before you think to yourself:
Yes. Yes it is.
Let's rip this band-aid off, people.
Self-affirmations, then:
Self-affirmations, now:
I like to think I've gotten more eloquent with these. Also, I don't have to remind myself of my name so much.
To-do lists then:
I now give myself time constraints and get specific with my breakfast. |
As a bonus, here's the to-do list I make within the confines of my timed to-do list:
I remind myself to shower. I am this neurotic. |
I've given up signing my name and writing the exact time and date. I'm, like, really easy-going now.
Comics, then:
"Alien Fund Donate A Brain" |
"Brain Box" Human says, "You'll love it, changes ya life!" |
A "Going in" sign and lots of excited humans. |
The alien says, "Thanks for the brain! It will be fully controlled by tomorrow." One human says, "Ok. Ok. Sure!" while the one with his skull opens thinks something to the effect of, "So soon?" |
Two exits: "Going out" and "Somewhere" |
That "Somewhere" leads to "World Domination." ....I think. |
Comics, now:
Yay for out-of-context pictures from a blog post you've never seen! |
So, for the past 11 years I've essentially been doing the same things. Though, with a few minor exceptions, I've been doing these things better.
After making this post, I have answered one of my childhood quandaries. I totally understand why boys didn't like me in middle school.
I don't think making these pictures made me seem like much of a catch:
I'm not captioning this, it's just strawberries killing people. Fucking go with it. |
Me, now:
Eleven years in between.