Whitney Monyo
Bio
Just a 30-something year old making it work. Originally from New York City, I traded in city living for the countryside in NC. A loving wife, devoted pet mom. Let your imagination run wild, you'd be surprised where it will lead you.
Stories (8/0)
You're Not Lazy, You're Lost
It has come to my realization that I am experiencing a mid-life crisis. I know most people who will read this may roll their eyes and mutter to themselves “join the club”, but this is real. It scares me to my core because I am only 36 going on 37 years old and yet when I wake up in the morning and move through the world, I still see myself through the lens of a 25-year-old who is just trying to make it. That ladies and gentlemen is the problem; I’m a grown ass woman who is in her mid-thirties and I still see the 25 year old version of myself who is struggling to make it. Ever since I graduated from college and joined the real world with the rest of the adults, I feel like I never really morphed into one. An adult that is. I find myself drowning in my on struggles of trying to move through this chaotic life all while giving the perception of “I’m fine, everything is fine”. I mean I did the adult things, I moved out of my parents home, I got married, I even had a child. Yet something in my life still felt as if it were missing. Like I didn’t feel like I had this grown-up life on lock. The other day while sitting on my couch enjoying a random Saturday afternoon, I saw a meme appear in my social media algorithm. It made me damn near cry because the accuracy was spot on. It read along the lines of “You ever find yourself in a situation where you need to look for an adult? Like someone who is more adult than you?” The way I screamed into my phone I thought I was being followed. But back to the issue at hand. My mid-life crisis is not the classic retreat to my youthful self like the generation before me. But rather my need to become the generation before me. Although I find overall that my life is alright in comparison to other young people my age, I secretly craved to become this boring old person who didn’t need to worry about where the next check was coming from. I wanted to become the old person who could just clock into work, do her job, clock out of work, and live my personal life in comfort knowing that it is not all on the line. Everyday I wake up nearly having a panic attack because I cannot understand how is it that I live this life where at any given moment the rug could be pulled from under my feet.
By Whitney Monyoabout a year ago in Confessions
30-Something Year Old Men Are Not Having As Much Sex As We Thought...I Also Don't Care
The other day I came across this video on TikTok of Trevor Noah on the Daily Show doing one of his between takes where he talks to the audience about a variety of stuff. This ranges from current events to whatever is the latest topic being debated on social media. In this instance, he was talking about an article published by the Washington Post that read men in their 30’s reported on having less sex or rather not as much sex as they would like or what they believed was needed. Basically, the men these days are not getting any and this should raise eyebrows of concern throughout our society. This article seemed to have sparked a lot of conversation between both men and women and one of the main points was how men seemed to behave with a level of entitlement to women’s bodies and right to engage in sexual acts with us.
By Whitney Monyo2 years ago in Humans
Remember the Before Time
It was raining again. The sound of the rain drops pounding against the tin roof were by far the loudest noise I have heard in a long time. It was quiet outside. But frankly it was always quiet these days, especially in the E districts. No one hardly went outside unless it was for essential needs only. And when people did go outside, they tend to carpool. Not to help save the planet or anything, but for protection. There was safety in numbers. The E districts was nicknamed the quiet place. You never heard children playing outside, you never heard music coming from peoples’ homes or car stereos. It was just the sound of rain and an occasional car driving by. Silence meant safety. When it was not quiet then we knew there was trouble. I sat by the window and listened to the rain, I reminisced on what life was like in the before time. Before the riots, before the jurisdiction of marshal law took effect. I sat there in the attic clutching onto the heart shaped locket with their photo. Oh how I missed the before time. How I missed the laughter of my children and hearing their little footsteps running through the house.
By Whitney Monyo3 years ago in Fiction
Autonomy is the Greatest Love of All
For most people, thinking about the influence your mother has had on you over the years would not be much of a challenge as I’m sure they would have a laundry list of great advisements their mothers have given them. Truthfully, I envied them. It’s not that my mother didn’t teach me anything, I just wish I had listened to her more. My mother has always been my rock, she was a pillar in my life and a true staple member of our family.
By Whitney Monyo3 years ago in Families
The Man in the Corner Pt. 1
The straps from this green silk dress kept falling off my shoulder while I waited for him. I initially thought the "off the shoulder" look was sexy but now it's just annoying. I was a little nervous and fidgety, the vodka shot certainly didn't relax me. I clutched the dinner napkin in my hand and took a few deep breaths. "You can do this" I thought to myself. I don't know why I was behaving this way. We've been seeing each other for about two months now, but every time felt like the first time. Like the first time I laid eyes on him; like the first time he kissed me. It always felt like a new experience. I didn't know if he had a novelty about him that just wouldn't wear off or if he was just playing into my heart, but either way I liked it. I basked in it every moment we could spare.
By Whitney Monyo3 years ago in Filthy
It Was Coming for Us
"It's been three days! Are you sure he knows where he's going?" Katrina continued to anxiously pace back and forth on the deck. It has been the same five paces on this very deck for the past three days. I started to wonder if she left a groove on the floor. She continues her rant about how our dear captain has no idea how to get to our destination let alone get all of us to safety. I initially thought that was the point of taking a cruise, you know you relax and completely immerse yourself into the vacation. But when our ship seemed to have malfunctioned or whatever has happened to it, relaxation slowly started to morph into a preverbal challenge. Katrina continued to rant on and on about the trip, after a while I couldn’t understand any of it. We found one of those travel deals online for a cruise to the Bahamas for 5 days. The price seemed reasonable, and the reviews looked refutable, so to be in this middle of the ocean with a broken vessel is not exactly what I had in mind.
By Whitney Monyo3 years ago in Horror
My Credit Card Needs A Break
It's time for another rendition of Saturday night on lock down. It's been a full year since the stay at home order was put in place. Like many Americans, I too spent this time having to adjust to the reality that staying at home was actually supposed to be a good thing.
By Whitney Monyo3 years ago in Lifehack
A Night Out
It was the last day of school and classes were finally over. Summer vacation has officially commenced. I completed my first year teaching 7th grade English at a local junior high school here in the South Bronx and I was ready to celebrate. After our last faculty meeting for the year concluded, a few coworkers suggested we all go out for happy hour at the nearby Tapa Hut. As we sat down and enjoyed our quick bites we had a chance to do some last minute catching up before we all went off our separate ways for the summer. Some people were spending time with their kids, some decided to do some traveling, I on the other hand will make this summer more of a staycation than a vacation. I just moved into my apartment and needed this time to get settled into the new place. I was just looking forward to having time off.
By Whitney Monyo4 years ago in Horror
