I was bummed I couldn't attend Opening Night, so I dragged my ass to SF this past Wednesday.
I had the whole place to myself. I arrived right when they opened, that's the secret.
Walking through this show brought back some memories of my old Rave Nights in SF circa 1994 (I was a little 13 year old tenderoni)
Plus, I got to meet Marina, she welcomed me with a hug. Pretty Rad!
She cruised me around the exhibit giving me a little dose of what inspired her to create some of her pieces.
I was so overwhelmed by the exhibit( I walked through it like 5 times), I didn't snap any photos, I just took two Instagram Vids.
Well, this is what I've been dealing with for almost two decades.
I shrugged it off as flattery at first. Then I became irritated.
This isn't just a case of, after you hang out with someone for awhile you start to dress the same and talk the same. This happened to me immediately. This person did a total 180 in style, slang, music interest, dance moves, leisurely activities and hangout locations. This behavior is still going strong to this day. I've tried distancing myself, not speaking of ideas and trying to remain humble. It didnt work. Thanks Social Media. So, this madness continues.
Where does one draw the line?
This is not cool on so many levels.
Why must I involve this person in my life?
Due to certain circumstances, I "had" to remain cordial and associate.
I've tried wrapping my head around this whole ordeal and I just cant.
I told myself this is petty, who cares. I'm not the only one who is into this that or the other. It's a free world!
I should be flattered!
I'm not going to dive into specifics, but the manner in which this mimicking behavior has went down, it's clearly abusive behavior. This is beyond someone being inspired, it's antagonizing.
Fast Forward to today!
The magical universe has recently removed this person out of my life. Unfortunately, this behavior has a deeper underlying issue that I no longer need to be part of. This behavior will continue, except its not pushed in my face and I don't need to see this human.
My next step to clarity, is finishing this blog entry (because this is therapy) and leaving all this madness in the past.
Went on a short but sweet road trip to Reno!
We cruised through some killer towns!!
Grass Valley, Historic Auburn, Truckee, Carson City, Sonora, Angels Camp, Jamestown to name a few!
We had thee best pizza at Pete's Pizza & Tap House
Tahoe National Forest was insanely beautiful
Reno was a trip! I havent been since 2002, and its still the same. Kinda cheesy, old school but still pretty cool. We had steak and lobster, played some slot machines, got a free upgrade to a King Suite. We didnt want to stay another night so we hit the high road!
Had to make a stop in Carson City at The Bunny Ranch to get some souvenirs. Boy was that place a trip too! I guess a few days prior, some tweaker dude stole a Big Rig and at 4am, smashed it into the facade of the Bunny Rand and jumped out in full camo gear?? ahahahahah!! Read the whole crazy story (here)
Along the way there was so much beauty, we actually stopped a few times but this was one of the best stops. Check out my Instagram Vid. You know I had my feet all up in that river
As a child I was a bit of a peeping tom. I would stare at creative looking windows and wonder what their room and/or house looked like in the inside. In my neighborhood there was this gorgeous mysterious, 3 story Victorian. A tiny old lady lived there alone. My younger sister and I were obsessed with her. We would always knock on her door and ask her to buy school fundraiser stuff. We just wanted to peep in or better yet, get invited in. I even mailed her a letter and asked if she needed help with her garden. I was willing to work for free.
Unfortunately, she passed away and the house was sold(tear)♥
Thanks "Nowness" for your mini episodes of " My Place" I can peep without being a weirdo.
Here is the Angelic Songbird
And this Cute Specimen(she cracks me up, reminds me of my grandma),
The freckled Beauty with the raspy voice
I never joined a fad, never liked a band because everyone else did. I always had my own flair, walked to the beat of my own drum. Although, I was persuaded to try pot and drink forties as a teen(ahahaah!). But hey, that's the extent of it.
Ive been picked on, disliked, and an outcast majority of my life, because I never walked the line. I'm ok with that.
I love my weird self.
Heard this song today while I was driving and it just resonates