i came back, you guys!

that’s right, two days in a row.

i’m still feeling lost, incomplete, anxious, the whole nine yards. nothing much has really changed except that i kept busy today so my brain wasn’t so over-active.

a lot of what is going on in my brain right now revolves around the idea that i lost the last, idk, say decade. i can’t think of anything i’ve accomplished, anything noteworthy, anything at all. i worked, i hung out with friends, i dated stupid boys, and i moved to california for five minutes. i’ve been in chicago for 16 or so months, but that can’t be an accomplishment? i’ve given up on school for the moment, because, as it turns out, motivation is a key performance indicator and mine was low.

i love school. it’s kind of the only thing i know how to do. research, write, critically think, ask questions. i can do all that. i have an undergraduate degree in history (i really should have just finished with an education degree.) i love history, i love learning, but that doesn’t mean i should be going to school, putting myself in even more debt that i already can’t afford.

speaking of debt, did the economy crash? because most student loans have not been paid in over a year. i was told that not paying back student debt would result in the economy crashing. hm, wonder if we can make that permanent? surely once we get these old geezers out of congress something good will happen. i can’t even say this is biden’s problem because he really is doing all he can. he’s already eliminated, what, over $10 billion in student loans, and to extremely deserving people no less.

continuing the topic of student loans, i don’t think the answer is eliminating it. i feel like that’s more like treating the symptom and not the actual illness. we have an insane student loan problem in this country. higher education costs an arm and a leg, and for what exactly? having a degree is almost a requirement in every job, like a high school diploma, and those are practically free and paid for by taxes. why can’t second education be like that?

i’m not talking about my undergraduate bachelor’s degree in history. i’m talking the first two years or an associates degree. the first two years of a four year program are all courses that don’t relate to your major or minor. they are filler classes so that you pay more money to these ridiculous schools. they are fluff, filler, redundant. i understand wanting to take a photography course or exploring political science, but when i’m taking classes that teach me about being a freshman, when it all could have been an email or included in orientation, i’m going to wonder what the heck that matters for.

the problem with student loan debt right now is that colleges and universities are charging outrageous rates for things that should really be included in our primary education. and because you just spent two years not learning about your major, you now have to cram a lot of hard work into the last two years of school, taking on things like unpaid internships, adding to the already overflowing amount of pressure.

so, like i said, eliminating everyone’s debt is not the answer. getting colleges to slow their god damn role and rewriting how things are done will help the problem enormously. no one said school works the way we’ve been doing it. in fact, i’ve been reading some things that contradict our entire educational system. there is no reason to start schooling kids at 8am. the curriculum? ha. testing? don’t even get me started. our educational system has been an experiment at best and it’s failing. clearly. just go outside and see for yourself: our education system has failed us.

i didn’t really set out to talk about that today, yet somehow that’s where i ended up. literally the story of my life as i type this from chicago, a place i never once thought i’d live. i’m passionate about a lot of things, and i think that makes me figuring out what to do next so difficult.

i am glad to be here, though.

words on a screen

i feel lost lately. obviously not physically, i’m very much at home, on my couch. but mentally? i could not find myself with a flashlight and a map right now. who even *am* i? couldn’t tell you. what do i like to do? no freaking clue. what do i *want* to do? absolutely nothing. i don’t know what this is, what i’m experiencing, but i know i can’t be alone.

i have no motivation to do anything but i know something needs to be done. i want a hobby i’m truly passionate about. i want to do something that creates a little side hustle for myself. i want to be good at something, but i have no idea what that it is. what if it’s nothing? what if i’m not good at anything? i’m 32, i should be good at something by now.

i feel like i’m constantly in a rut, what does that say about me? not to only talk about myself or anything, but, it’s one of the things that consumes my mind at all times so i’m going to write about it. i know i have to get myself out of this spot that i’m in, but i simply can’t right now. i have no energy, no motivation, no drive.

i think one of the worst side-effects of whatever this is is that i keep think if i have a freaking BABY everything will be okay. excuse me, what? on what planet does bored + no motivation = HAVE A FREAKING BABY. so, needless to say, this is obnoxious and i’d like to rid myself of it as soon as possible. i don’t want to think motherhood is the answer to my “problems”. i know it’s a goal, one of the few i actually have, but it’s not a thing to need right now. stop taking crazy pills, tina.

i think one of the things i’m going to try is to write. i know, i know. but tina, you always think this is going to solve your problems and has it? well, have i really ever tried? there’s one more goal. we’re up to two! go us! i’m also going to treat this as if i have an audience, which we both (me and myself) know i don’t have, but that’s how i like to speak. more passive, to a group. what will i write about? perhaps the things i’d write on facebook if people actually believed in science. maybe a little bit about things american history (boring), serial killers (interesting), or celebs (i am a basic bitch at heart).

which me luck. hopefully i’ll be back tomorrow and not just drop this here like a fool and never return. we shall see.

dr. fn seuss

Absolutely amazing that I even have to talk about this, but I can’t seem to shake it. I suppose this is one of those hills I would die on. It is March 3rd, 2021 and Dr. Seuss is NOT cancelled. His books are not banned. No one is boycotting The Cat in the Hat.

If you did not hear, Dr. Seuss Enterprises decided they will stop printing copies of six Dr. Seuss books because they “portray people in ways that are hurtful and wrong”. They simply will not be making anymore copies. All the previous copies and editions are still out there, you can still read If I Ran a Zoo to your children if you must (I wouldn’t). No one is burning Dr. Seuss books.

I don’t know much about Dr. Seuss besides his famous books but a simple Google (or DuckDuckGo for my republicans) search showed me that, yeah, Dr. Seuss wrote some pretty racist characters in his early books. There was a bit of propaganda around the war and there were racist stereotypes in his stories. Dr. Seuss’s own publishers agree. Dr. Seuss himself agreed before he passed in 1991.

When a group/company/organization etc tell you that their own product or service is based around hurtful, racist beliefs, believe them, listen to them, and do what it takes to make sure this doesn’t happen again. If you still want to read Hop on Pop to your kids, then so be it, no one is stopping you. But to run around and shout that Dr. Seuss has been canceled when he has not is showing *your* own ignorance. You don’t get to believe what you want when what you’re believing is sensationalism and propaganda.

You don’t get to spread your lies around because they fit your agenda.

I feel like I’ve been on a crusade these last few years, fact checking people’s fear-mongering tactics; I won’t let people fall for this nonsense. The only people “canceling” anything are the republicans who are censuring other republicans for not keeping up with their stolen election lies but I’m not trying to get into that at this moment.

Dr. Seuss has not been canceled. To say otherwise shows just how stupid you really are.

what to say

I genuinely have no idea what to write, I just have this desire to write. I can write about what is going on in the US or around the world; maybe I can write about the only thing I truly know: myself. Who knows, because honestly? I don’t; I just want to write. I find it funny that I have nothing going on, barely any original thoughts, and yet my brain keeps saying “write it all down!” Write what, exactly?? I can hardly remember my childhood and growing up, I have almost no memories of my 20s, and here I am, 31 and absolutely clueless.

The few thoughts I have lately revolve around money (anyone have extra laying around?), school (yep, still trying to get that degree), and the impending doom that nothing I do actually matters in the grand scheme of things. Should I have kids? If so, when the heck is that going to happen? Will I ever feel content or happy? Will having kids make me happy? Is this pandemic ever going to end? Did I really just lose an entire year of life? Am I less of a person because I accomplished absolutely nothing during this last year? What are things that I “like’? Who am I? What am I doing?

I have never really known who I was, which sounds like a strange statement to make, but it’s true. I spent so much of my life caring for others that I never really learned about myself. I don’t like failing so I barely tried. I don’t like being wrong so I barely spoke. And now here I am a whole ass adult with absolutely no clue what the hell I’m doing. I’m not a psychologist (yet) but I definitely have a case of imposter syndrome.

I’ve been joking since I was 20 that I was experiencing a quarter life crisis, but is it possible that my QLC has lasted over a decade? Am I the only one with an existential crisis that doesn’t seem to end? Even if there are other people out there who feel like me, is there anything we can even do? I’m hopeful that I’ll feel better. I’m hopeful I will finally finish this degree and possibly be proud of myself for five minutes. I’m grateful for where I am and for the support I get. We’ll just have to see where this goes for now.