This Is Not a Phase. This Is My New Full-Time Personality.

August 8, 2025

This started as a mood. Now it’s a lifestyle. It began with a small sparkle. A little chaos. A single moment of “I should probably keep this to myself” followed immediately by not keeping it to myself.

Now? I’m out here making people mildly uncomfortable in the best way possible—armed with color, loud laughter, and the emotional range of a five-year-old mid-rant.

I used to try to seem normal. Like if I toned myself down enough, I’d blend into polite society. But “normal” never fit right. It felt itchy. Like jeans after a buffet.

So I gave in. And that’s when the real magic happened.

Now I’m out here:
• Laughing too loud
•Making weird metaphors at inappropriate times
•Writing this blog at 2am with glitter on my face
•Talking to my houseplants like they’re coworkers
•Getting my fix of food porn (actually thinking I’m going to make what I see)

And guess what?
This new version of me is thriving.  
Tired? Who isn’t these days. 
Confused? Constantly. But somehow, she’s still giving ✨rizz✨.

Because #truth: The people who love you will roll with it. The ones who don’t? They’re just background characters on your glitter-fueled main quest.

So no, this isn’t a phase. This is me, slightly unhinged, wildly expressive, and always wearing socks that don’t match. And I’m not calming down anytime soon.

Is it chaotic? Yes. 
Is it sustainable? Unclear. 
Do I love it? Absolutely.

Because here’s the thing no one warns you about: when you stop trying to make sense to everyone else, you suddenly start making way more sense to yourself.

Sure, you might confuse people. You might get weird looks in the grocery store because you're muttering dramatic life advice to a box of mac & cheese like it’s your therapist. But whatever. That box gets you.

Chaos doesn’t mean you’re spiraling. Sometimes it means your spirit finally took the wheel and yeah, maybe she’s wearing Crocs and playing 2010 bangers at full volume.

But she’s driving.  No license.  No GPS.  Just vibes, snacks, and a suspicious amount of confidence.

The world tells you to chill, to shrink, to simplify. 
But I tried that. I tried the polite personality package: neutral tones, quiet opinions, and small talk with razor blades in it. It made me feel like a background extra in someone else’s show.

Now I’m the main character and the comic relief. I cry about soup commercials, forget why I walked into a room, and occasionally cackle alone in public. I am both the glitter and the glue.

And if you think that’s too much? Good. 

Because I’m finally too much for the right reasons. Too bold, too honest, too weird to water myself down anymore, for anyone.

This isn’t performative chaos. It’s curated absurdity. 
It’s healing with humor. 
It’s unhinged, but make it self-aware. 
It’s me. Full time. Zero chill. Maximum sparkle.

And if you need me? 
I’ll be on my unicorn. 
Handling life. 
One ridiculous rant at a time.