Today, I want to share one of my favourite memories from my childhood with my Grandparents. And there is a lot of them.
When I think of my Grandpa Kai (namesake for my son), this is the memory that comes to mind first before any other. I was very young, I honestly couldn’t even tell you how old I was, but I was definitely under 6 years old. I’ll try to paint you a picture of what it looked like, just to set the scene a bit.
Master Lateness and Unpredictability..... Check!
Tuesday November, 17 2020- 12:05pm
I know, I know, I said I would write every Wednesday and Saturday night. However, in my defence, I did tell you I was unconventional and all that jazz. Plus, I vaguely remember something getting in the way, Oh that’s right, I think it’s called life. Lol. Anyway, here I am. I have also realized that it can take Vocal itself, reviewing your work before it’s published and publishing it, sometimes it can take even over 12 hours to get your work available to the public. So please keep that in mind as we go along. I will start putting the date and time when I start writing at the top of all future stories for that reason.
Can’t even stick to my own damn schedule...
I told you I do things differently. Hell, I can’t even stick to my own damn schedule. I know, I said I would write stories every Saturday and Wednesday Nights. But here I am. To me, it’s still Tueday night cuz I haven’t been to bed yet, but technically it’s 1:20 am on Wednesday. Even still, I felt the inclination to sit down and write. I was thinking about a memory earlier that I talked with Bob (my best friend & boyfriend) about earlier today.
We all gotta start somewhere...
I’m not a very, shall we say, “conventional” person. I almost always do things my own way, which just happens to be for the most part the backwards or hardest way. These stories will be no different. I plan on giving you all the most authentic, true, and transparent version of craziness that has been my life so far. As I stated in my little “bio” thing, I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s actually a fairly “new disorder”. I think that basically means that “they” just don’t know how to deal with us BPDs yet. In a way that is good, but also bad. It’s good in the fact that I think, if they did know, they would probably just throw us all on an island in the middle of the ocean and let us “split”, and “sabotage”, and “self-hate” together and each other.