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You Don’t Want to Follow Me

I am on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. I probably am on each of these social mediums at least 5 times/day. I like to post on Facebook and Instagram but Twitter makes me question every word I type. But that’s not the point. The point I want to make is this: You don’t want to follow or friend me on any of these. Unless you support the rights of all people, you like movies and dogs, and you want to read about the struggles of somebody with anxiety and depression.  You’ve been warned.

Take my politics for example. I support LGBTQIA rights, Black Lives Matter, and Planned Parenthood. I live by the Golden Rule: Do onto others as you would have done to you. Gross, right? I mean, are people really kind to one another these days? Do you smile at strangers when you are in public? I do. Lame sauce. I think as a rule if your life is working for you but it wouldn’t necessarily work for me, THAT’S OKAY. If I see somebody being wronged, I try and help. How nosy am I? As such, I share posts from time to time that will put a spotlight on people who are being oppressed. If you don’t want to be offended, make sure to keep it moving.

I also love movies and pop culture in general. I see every movie I can when they are in theaters, I binge watch Netflix shows, and I watch shows that are just trailers. I read movie reviews and make my choices based on some of them. If Entertainment Weekly says I need to read a book or that it is being made into a show or movie, I am most likely going to read it. If I find something to be good, I like to recommend it. Who needs somebody telling you to read or watch something that might be of enjoyment to you? So annoying.

Another thing: I love my kids and like to take pictures of them. They are smart, funny, and open. I brag about them and often. I revel in their love and accomplishments every single day. It really is obnoxious how much I like being around them, considering I wasn’t sure I wanted kids in my early 20s. Even if you’re a parent and can relate, my posts can be downright irritating. Nobody got time for that.

I am a California girl and you will know it if you follow me. Even worse, I live in Southern California, land of Los Angeles, Disneyland, beautiful mountains, beaches, and deserts. My family likes to go to all of them. We might as well be the effing poster family for California travel. Sunny weather and acting like tourists give us life. Ugh, ugh, and more ugh.

I am here for all the animals. I share dogs that need rescuing, missing kitties, goat videos, even birds getting down with their bad selves. I am one of those damaged people that likes animals over people on any day that ends in Y. My idea of heaven is winning the lotto and saving furry critters to my heart content. So if you aren’t down with furry babies, you probably don’t want to recognize my internet presence.

I have saved the worst for last (if you have even gotten this far). I have decided that I am not going to let my mental health problems such as anxiety and depression hold me back any longer. Happiness is within reach and I mean to grab it. The more I talk about it, the more real it feels. But it isn’t always unicorns and rainbows, even with my medication. I have bad days and am honest about it. So if you’re looking for perfection, this sure as hell isn’t it.

So that’s my deal. I’m a sometimes sad tree hugger who loves pop culture, Cali, doggos, and my kiddos. And if that sentence bothers you (which of course it does), you probably don’t want to follow me on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter. Peace.

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Stephanie: 1 Anxiety: 0

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