Okay, It’s not that sad. I didn’t lose any limbs or anything like that.
I got sucked into YouTube last night and listened to a young girl who lost both her arms and legs from bacterial meningitis. My problem is not that bad. Then I got stuck on watching a baby born in India with two faces – again, my problem is not as bad as two-face baby.
Fuck….how the hell do I compare to that? Seriously? I’m fucking retarded. I’m sorry for the politically incorrect terminology, but I was born in the 1980’s to white Italian/German/Russian catholics who think everybody outside their family is either gay or retarded. It’s true. It fucked me up a bit.
I don’t think you’re retarded or gay…not anymore. And even if you are, I don’t care. Honestly. I’m above the experiences that shaped me in my past.
Today was the start of a new Mel. I was going to buckle down and start uncontrollably shitting out my new business plan. Setting it out in action. Doing this takes a great deal of determinism and confidence.
My new me not only relates to business stuff, but I was also going to start a new diet consisting of no beer or red meat.
My biggest problem, no, my biggest OBSTACLE, I whittled it down to it being alcohol and going to bed late. These are the two biggest factors stopping me from accomplishing my dreams of being rich and having a hot bod.
I only drink when I go out. When I’m around friends. It helps me in the process of feeling wonderful. And I only drink beer. So I figure if I eliminate beer, I eliminate all obstacles, right?
Well, I eliminated beer last night and found an office to rent for my new business. I also found 3 applicants, I ordered my iPad and decided to go with the Square scheduling system…all of which took a lot of time to decide – sober time. And while I was so high on life and figuring this shit out, I also realized what a shit diet I had. It was so shitty that I needed to figure out a plan that didn’t put me in an early grave where I’d need to be airlifted through the roof by a crane if I died.
Oh yes. Yesterday was one of those days of clarity. I knew exactly what needed to be done based on my personality type. I know myself enough to know what I can handle.
And I’m right! Beer and going to bed late – I swear to gawd, those are obstacles.
Hear me out for a second….
I haven’t written in a while. Actually, that’s not true. I’ve written, but they’re crappy posts that I saved as drafts. All of them are about how hungover, drunk, and fat I feel – all shit I don’t feel like ever reading again.
It’s these saved drafts – the posts that are crap – that gave me clarity for that one night. Last night.
Here’s what I learned last night:
Fist of all, it’s not all my fault.
I was working a lot at work. I had a shit ton of signature couples massages that I had to deal with, I couldn’t do anything until they got taken care of. Then my broken dryer fiasco happened. I legitimately couldn’t do shit during this time.
Another thing to consider is that I have more friends now than I ever did in my entire life!
I’m a one friend kind of person. I usually have one really good friend who connects me to everyone else. I can’t deal with juggling, don’t want to, never wanted to. But when that one friend starts hating me, then everyone starts hating me, well – I’m shit out of friends.
That actually happened to me in 2013. I was completely friendless. So I made new friends. But now, all the people who hated me are now talking to me again plus I have all the new friends on top of the old friends and not only that, but my stupid pool league has given me even more friends, which, honest to god I didn’t even want. Long story short, I put my iPhone down for a couple hours today and I had 21 missed texts from multiple sources. It would’ve been more if I didn’t respond when I did.
Now keep in mind I’m a ONE friend sort of person. It’s the reason why needy people love me so much. I gravitate to the one person who needs me the most, and forget the rest. And that one person, sad but true, keeps me from getting shit done.
I’ve been eking my way back into my 20’s. The best years, right? Wrong. They were fun as hell, but I was a complete bum.
My late 30’s are looking like my early 20’s. Who would’ve guessed?
So I vowed not to hang out with anyone until I get this new business up and running.
But then my neighbor texted me. I haven’t seen her in months! I go over, drink a bunch of martini’s and my one day of clarity comes to a close. That’s it. It’s already 1:40AM and tomorrow I have 5 clients, I’ll be dead tired when I get home. Melanie’s end of productivity.
But when my friends stopped speaking to me in 2013, I got shit done. I opened up my first business. I started traveling. I hate to say it, but friends can hold you back. It’s like you become content, preoccupied, distracted, what-have-you.
They become an addiction. You start to base your worth and value from their perceptions of you and it becomes a game. “Who’s more popular this week? Who has the most likes?”
Whoever has the most likes has the most influence and whoever has the most influence, has the most power. It’s literally social media before social media existed.
Anyway…..I hate all that shit. Fuck that shit, you know?
But I want to tell you about my new diet.
My new diet consists of no beer. I can’t have a little beer because I don’t work that way – it has to be no beer at all. I can never have just one.
And for the rest, I eat only my absolute favorite foods. Luckily enough, I crave only healthy shit.
- Anise – It’s a very meaty cabbage/lettuce family vegetable. I can’t get enough of it. Topped with arugula and some kind of nut. Accompanied with blueberry and raspberries.
- The only two cheeses I’m allowing myself to eat are fresh buffalo mozzarella and goat cheese.
- A side of hummus for protein
- Lentils or quinoa if I feel like cooking something substantial and I have the time to do it
- On days when I’m famished, I can get chirashi sushi from Toro, cac mon bun from Pho & Spice, or teriyaki salmon lunch box from Yougu.
- mango’s, avacodo’s
I can live off this stuff. I love it that much.
Shit, I’m so tired. I gotta sleep. This will end up being another draft I never post….fuck it, I’m posting it.