Confession Friday: Sometimes I’m a Hot Mess. Sometime’s I’m Not.

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Let me start by saying this: Anxiety Disorder is a fickle bitch. For me, it’s like I’m a complete contradiction of myself. Take that one time I met Jenny Lawson, for example.

Within two hours of freaking the fuck out when I met Jenny Lawson (Shaking hands, heart racing, rambling uncontrollably about nothing, and basically making a complete fool of myself, when all I wanted to do was impress her with my clever wit and overall adorableness…neither of which showed up to party), I went out to the bar where I proceeded to stand up in front of an entire bar full of people — mostly strangers, and sing a song about masturbation without a second thought. (I’m kind of a karaoke nerd. For the record, I was singing the Divinyls’ “I Touch Myself,” loudly. Proudly, even.)


No, seriously. It doesn’t make any sense! I can make a fool of myself (ON PURPOSE) in front of a hundred strangers…but meeting one famous author, who understands awkward probably better than I do sends me into a pile of incoherent goo. IN THE SAME NIGHT.

Karaoke Queen
These karaoke photos are old as shit. They were not as old when I published them. But I, like this blog, have aged a few years and gained a few pounds of water weight.

Karaoke Queen

Okay, so this was where this post originally ended, and I have no idea why or how. I just know that I wrote it back when I was writing blog posts 5-7 days a week, and I guess I just didn’t have anything else to say? 2021 me is sad for 2013 me who didn’t know how to finish a blog post. But 2013 me wrote more of them, so I don’t actually know who’s winning the blog battle here. 

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16 Responses

  1. OCD. Enough said. According to my mom when I’d play with other kids when I was like 3 and 4 I would organize and tidy their toybox. No joke.

    1. HAHAHAHAHA! I had people who always offered to organize my toys. Still do. My OCD is random and ridiculous. With weird things. Again with the sometimes I am and sometimes I’m not. My brain doesn’t know what’s up!

    2. Can you move in with me? Seriously, I need someone to organize everything. I had a friend who used to clean my room for me. I need another friend like that!

  2. You are a mystery. I totally relate to this. I can be on stage in front of hundreds of people and be fine. Put me in a group of 10 people and I get all nervous and shy. I think with the Bloggess it’s different too. She is so smart and like blogging royalty. It’s like you want to be her best friend so you want her to think you are cool and amazing. Whenever I try to be cool I end up freaking out.

  3. Well, give yourself credit Chrissy. Making a total idiot of yourself before 100 strangers isn’t easy 😉 It takes courage!! I know, havin’ taken a pop music and classical musical singing class at a local community college and trying to sing ‘art songs’ to the rest of the class members with my mediocre baritone. I’ve also done the karaoke thing. I out found at the bars I went to most people were too drunk to care. Now I wouldn’t do a Justin Beiber song. That would be too much of a push 😉

  4. By the way, I watched “The Voice” with a friend on t.v. the other night. A far superior show to “American Idol”. Actually made me laugh and think of “American Idol” with Simon Cowell (sic?) when I wasn’t all phony encouragement. ‘Political Correctness was pretty much absent on “The Voice” and the judges actually made fun of each other.

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