A day in a life of a sucker named Kai. Ugly Stud Muffin Extraordinaire, Lip-Sync like an Angel, Goofy Smile Expert , Accidental Trendsetter, Photographer.
There's a story behind every record that you buy, and I thought about telling stories about some of the records I have. I thought it was silly... but maybe not. I might try it? For the 5th anniversary of this tweet, I'm reviving this. So let's start over...
I don't keep in contact with about 80% of the people I used to speak to 10 years ago, great learning lessons though. Even though I'm true to myself, at the same time, I'm not the same person I was before. I keep asking myself if this is all a dream, thinking I'm waking up soon.
It’s amazing how many connections dropped after my mother passed, not even to see how I’m doing. Since when has it been my responsibility to reach out to them to ask how I’m doing? It would bother me but if there’s no initiative from them from the start then I’ll be fine alone.
Thank you for making my day a little brighter, I don't say it enough but I do like this. I write positive or funny post-its to someone I know almost on a daily basis, so it's nice to know what that feels like on the flipside. I appreciate it, really.
When a barista was feeling ill, I showed up the next day to bring her 2 bags of cough drops. When I returned a couple days later, but she said to me: “ I got you. You’re not paying for anything.” It’s amazing how the world can return the favor for good gestures, great lesson. =
I recently heard someone say: “Don’t push someone over the limit only to play victim when their patience runs out”, this isn't my first time hearing something like this but I appreciate & approve this message every time I hear it.
Just because someone put you through a traumatic experience doesn’t make it alright for you to make someone else go through a harder experience that they didn’t deserve, especially if they want to treat you how you should’ve been treated. Trust that you won’t be mishandled again.
When a friend lost her father, she revealed that her crush wasn't reaching out enough during her time of grief. I completely understand this because when I was sick from the pandemic, the person I was most interested in hardly ever reached out. That was a very lonely experience.
When it comes to "love languages", "Physical touch" is a tricky one because most ladies I know get hugged by creeps & the faces they make when they're smothered make me fearful that they'll be just as uncomfortable with me, so I never initiate it. Sad but true, thanks perverts.
I question myself if I should've started another blog describing about my mother's journey with cancer, sometimes I regret not doing it & sometimes I don't. I'm not afraid of going back to that unpleasant place but I'm not sure if I'd truly devote myself to do it, still pending.