6 Things One of “Those People” Do

I’m one of “those people”. What people? I’m glad you asked. One of my kind of people. Still confused? Probably. Read on to find out who “those people” are.

1. “Those people” are inconsistent

For example, December 2015 I had the brilliant idea to start a blog. Genius! Nobody’s thought of that before! Well, okay, maybe not an original idea, but still a worthwhile hobby. But then one day I disappeared! Then I came back! Then I disappeared again! Erm, okay.

2. “Those people” get uninspired

Sometimes, I’m just not inspired to write. I’ll sit down and start something just to put something out there. But I’m just not feeling inspired and it really doesn’t happen. I’ll get halfway through and not like anything I’ve written. So I just delete it all and do something else.

3. “Those people” disappear because they disappeared

That’s a little confusing. When you disappear, it’s a little daunting to come back. If you miss one week, what do you say the next? Do you pretend nothing happened? Is that just me? Probably. If you get that too let me know so we can bond over our irrational anxiety.

4. “Those people” get re-inspired

The inspiration eventually comes back! But, there’s that irrational anxiety. How do I come back after all that time?? Oh, but this inspiration needs an outlet! What to do, what to do…

5. “Those people” return

One can’t stay away forever. Some things are just too precious to ignore forever. One can get mad, uninspired, hurt, anxious, whatever. But if it’s important they will eventually return.

6. “Those people” will make a post on their blog explaining their disappearance in a strange way

Okay, pretty sure this one can only possibly apply to me. I guess it’s more like I’m “this person” than one of “those people”. But you get the picture. So sorry for disappearing forever! I’m gonna try something new and post just once a month. Unless I’m inspired to do more. We’ll see how this goes.

Peace! ✌🏻

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YouTube Channel + Sneak Peek

So, I have a YouTube channel. One that I made with my friend. Just us, in our spare time, goofing around. With a webcam. (That’s how lowkey we are; it’s pretty bad.) Regardless, I thought I’d share it with you guys.

Operation Sticky Wicket

There it is! You can now watch random internet people goofing around. At some point in the future, there’ll be me kicking her in the face, too… it was her fault for trying to murder me. Oh dear. Anyway, I promised a sneak peek and a sneak peek you shall have. It’s gonna be awhile before this video is uploaded (we’re like two months behind in uploading), but I thought I’d share a little story time from it.

There it is! Let me know what y’all think! ✌🏻

I Do What I Want

After about a week, I’ve come to the conclusion that prolonged writing challenges are ridiculous. I started to write a post for day 8: pet peeves, actually on time I believe, but I just didn’t want to talk about pet peeves. I’m not interested in that and neither is anyone else. I’m just gonna write about what I feel inspired to write about. Hence the title.

So, a situation happened. I was involved in something slightly scandalous. In today’s culture, not really a big deal. However, it was a big deal to me. I’m not going to go into detail, but I’d like to talk about some aspects of it.

For example, the following day, I was pretty down in the dumps. Pretty much full out goth. I looked goth, I even acted goth. I hardly laughed or smiled at all. (Is that goth or emo?) Anyway, anyone who knows me, know that that’s basically the anti-Wanda. I used to joke about how I could never be emo or goth because I laugh too much. That was not the case this time. On a side note, I pull off goth (or emo) quite well.

(This is the part where I start to get religious.)

That night, at church, this acquaintance of mine said God put me on her heart and asked to pray with me. Oh. My. Goodness. Everything she said lined up perfectly with everything, and nothing she said wasn’t relevant. (Queue my bajillionth breakdown of the week.)

I was really fighting within myself about telling my parents. I wanted to so much, but I was scared to. I was very close to doing so. Then I learned some others knew, and I figured my parents would know regardless. So finally, I had enough courage, and I talked to my parents. They were disappointed, but very understanding. I think that soon my relationship with them will be better than ever, once we’ve made it through this.

I don’t know if it was just the fear of them finding out that drove me to finally tell them (knowing me, it probably was) but I’m thankful for how things happened. I’m still a little anxious about facing people and all that fun stuff, but now that it’s out in the open, I can begin the healing process, which is something I’ve needed for quite awhile. It’s a rough process, but I can almost breathe again. I haven’t been myself in a very long time, but maybe now I can be.

To the other person involved, if you’re reading this, and I hope you are, I’d like to apologize. If I could, I’d change a lot of things that I did. I haven’t got a clue what the future holds, but whatever happens, I’m okay with it. I hope you are, too. I’ll be praying for you, and I’d like to ask that you pray for me as well. It’s not a good thing that happened, but I believe great things can come of it, depending on how we react. Perhaps I’m being dramatic, but then again maybe I’m not. Sin is a big deal, and we’ve both done a lot of that. I don’t really know how you feel about all of this, but no matter what, ebeye yie (it will be well). Remember that.

Romans 6

12Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey it in the lusts thereof. 13Neither yield ye your members as instruments of unrighteousness unto sin: but yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God. 14For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

Two Birds with One Stone

Dangit.

I completely forgot to post yesterday.

I was too busy staring at the clock waiting to go to work.

Anyway, day seven real quick, then right into day eight.

Day Seven: Favorite Books

700 Inviting Home Plans. Oh, you meant books with words? The Ranger’s Apprentice series is amazing. But man. I love the book Ender’s Game. It’s so good. There is some profanity, and a slightly questionable scene near the end, but it’s a really cool book. I read it to help a friend write a book report on it. And I was blown away. The imagery, and just all the yes. It’s stunning. Okay, I’m done.

Day Eight: Three Things I Want To Say To Different People

Word of warning: Intenseness ahead.

Dear Grandpa,
Long time no see. I don’t have too many memories of you. But I feel like we probably would’ve gotten into a few debates over the whole ‘drums are evil’ thing. That must be why you approved of my mom marrying my dad. Because sameness. You were pretty old fashioned and strict, like my dad, but I know my dad loves me, and I know you did, too. You were the best grandparent I ever had, the only grandparent I was close to. I might would even be mad that you were the first one I lost, but perhaps it’s best that you didn’t see my teenage years. You might have been tempted to disown me. But anyway, I just wanted to say, I love you, and I miss you.
Love,
Your #1 Grandchild

Dear Mother,
My relationship with you sucks. You try to be familiar with me but I don’t know a thing about you. You spend your time manipulating everyone around you, and hiding every part of you that you think someone will disagree with. And the worst part? I’ve found that I do that. I’m working on it, and I wish you would, too. I really am interested in getting to know you.
Sincerely,
Your Daughter

Dear Father,
You’re amazing. I love the long talks we have about our days, theology, jokes, the news, and everything. I don’t say this often, or really ever, but I love you and you’re a model father. With your great dad jokes, your many warnings about evil boys, and the mostly empty offers to shoot them. Bravo at life. Thank you for helping me to be the person I am today. I love you so much.
See you after work!

Wow. Talk about 0 to 100. Not even I expected that. I don’t think my tear ducts can even handle today’s topic. This was the wrong day for such a topic, apparently. Okay, sorry for the less-than-light post today. Tomorrow’s topic of pet peeves is sure to be better. Okay, well, peace out!


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5 Places I Want to Visit

Aaaaaand day 5/30!

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1 Hawaii, USA

Those who’ve been following me for awhile know I want to visit Hawaii. And all the places in Hawaii I want to visit!

2 Tennessee, USA

I’ve been to Tennessee before, and it is an amazing state! White water rafting is a definite must!

3 New York, USA

I’d really love to go on a road trip with a bunch of friends to see the ball drop in New York for New Years. That’d be killer.

4 Arequipa, Peru

I hear it’s like the food capital of the world, so you know… yes.

5 France

I’m not sure exactly where in France I’d like to visit, but I definitely want to.


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What’s in a Name?

Alright day four; the meaning behind my Tumblr name.

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I’m not really a Tumblr person. Did I create an account? Yes. Have I logged in this year? No. But nevertheless, my standard name is gleeful. There really isn’t a method to my madness. That’s just what I use. I made it up when I was around eight or nine.

glee·ful
ˈɡlēfəl/
adjective
exuberantly or triumphantly joyful.
“she gave a gleeful chuckle”
synonyms: delighted, pleased, joyful, happy, glad, overjoyed, elated, euphoric;

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