Boundaries are good, people!

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope! How is life treating you all? Are you staying home? Going to work because your job is essential? Any way you are living right now, please stay safe!

Since many of us are currently working at home, and that makes family life (for those who don’t live alone like I do) quite challenging while we all learn how to navigate this whole mess, I’ve decided to drop by for another chat today.

One of the hardest things I have seen people talking about is establishing boundaries between work and home life, since they’re both existing in the same space now for a lot of us.

For me, since I’ve been working at home since 2012, and, as mentioned above, live alone (since 2013), establishing boundaries within the home is not a problem. Outside my home can still be a problem every now and then, as a lot of people assume I’m not working, but I’m doing my best to fix that perception.

That has led me to the idea of boundaries in general, and how we navigate them.

I was raised by a mother for whom boundaries were poison. If I had any kind of boundaries, I was either selfish or hiding something. If I didn’t want to have my things given away to her friends (it was always my things, never hers, or my brother’s, or my father’s) or didn’t want her tearing my bedroom apart and reading my journals and letters, there was obviously something wrong with me.

Once I moved away from the parental home, I went to the opposite extreme, and locked up my boundaries like Fort Knox. I didn’t tell anyone anything. I didn’t ask for help. I kept my entire life under lock and key.

After a few years adjusting, I’ve learned where to relax my boundaries – sharing things with friends and trusted family members, asking for help when needed – and when to stick to them – when someone is trying to guilt-trip me or walk all over reasonable boundaries.

What about you, reader? How do you handle your boundaries? Loosely? Fort-Knox style? Something in between? I’d love to hear from you in the comments! If you can, tell me how you’re coping with the current moment too!

See you all on the next post!

On having a female boss

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!

Here I am again, working on that at least 52 posts for 2020 goal. Will I succeed? Who knows? I will definitely try. So, without further ado, let us move on, shall we?

A while ago, I read an article on Her Money about why women don’t want a female boss. You can read it here if you want to.

This article got me thinking about my own past experiences with good and bad female bosses. Sadly, the latter is much more frequent than the former. I’ll sum some of it up on this post. This is by no means a complete list of all jobs I’ve ever held, but these are the ones that stand out.

First female boss was during an internship. She worked at the same company my parents did, and she had known both of them before they were even married. She was competent, hard-working and really appreciated my work ethic. I learned a lot from her on workplace norms and she has shaped my career in more ways than one, as I have the job I now hold because she sent my resume along to my current employer.

Second one started off just fine. We were the only two women in the area when I was hired, and she started mentoring me, which was great. At least until she started feeling like I was learning too much. Then the yelling, abuse and accusing me of mistakes she had made began. She was eventually fired, and I moved on a while later as the hours had changed and didn’t work for me anymore.

Third one disliked me from day one, basically. She would refuse to pick up the phone to answer my questions (it was part of her job to help us when we had questions) and then complain I was taking too long to get my job done, and, in the one time I explained I would need to come in later for a medical appointment, she started yelling at me in front of the whole team that I was lazy and incompetent. I had been considering quitting already, and that was the last straw. I handed over my resignation, effective immediately, on Friday – to which she asked me to stay, as I was her most competent worker. Yeah, right.

Fourth one loved treating me as her personal assistant. She would sit on her desk with the phone ringing and yell for me to pick up and take a message, and then get upset that I had, well, picked it up and taken a message, because I should have known that she wanted to talk to the person on the other side. She would allow her children to come in and require service (copies, typing or proofreading school papers) of me and then complain that I wasn’t doing my job at the same time. Last straw was when I got hurt going to work and she wanted me to take off the cast (it was a badly sprained ankle) sooner than I should because she wanted to go on a vacation. I was happy to go away.

I have a male boss now, and things are so much easier. Whenever I have something to say or request, I simply email him presenting my case in a logical way and we talk things over. I have been treated well and promoted easily under him, in a way none other than the first boss I mentioned (closing a cycle?) have made me feel valued.

Well, sadly, that is the list of my experiences with female bosses.

Would anyone else want to share their own?

I would love to hear from you in the comments! See you on the next post!

Let’s talk social media

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!

I’ve been doing well enough. Working hard, trying to write when I can, and just hanging in there. I’m a bit bummed that I couldn’t keep up with a third blog – my writing blog -, but it was something I had to admit. Keeping two blogs – this one and another one in my native language – is all I can give right now. I will continue to write stories that probably won’t be for this blog, as soon as I can, and will eventually decide what to do with them. Who knows, right?

Alright, life update aside, let’s move on to the theme of this post, shall we?

Social media. It’s everywhere today, and you can’t really escape it, can you? Everyone has at least one social media account, or so it seems. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, etc, etc, etc. Even if they don’t use it, the accounts are probably there.

I’m definitely no exception. I have three Facebook accounts. One I use solely for games, one I use to talk to family and friends, and one for my other blog. I will probably deactivate the first one soon, but it’s still there for now. I also have a twitter account – I use it to share posts from this blog, a daily (or almost daily) picture and some musings about random things I’m probably the only person who cares about. I also follow fellow blogs and exchange DMs with people who message me. It’s definitely my favorite social media site – it’s quick, easy and it feels less invasive.

I used to have an Instagram account, but I got bored – of posting pictures, I’m not that pretty and I don’t really go anywhere interesting, so not much to post – and overwhelmed – why does everyone post so many pictures? So I ended up deleting it.

Wait, does Pinterest count? I don’t do much socializing there. My time on Pinterest is spent looking at cute animals, crochet patterns and my best friend’s boards. We don’t chat there, though, as we prefer to chat on Discord. So I’m not sure my Pinterest is social at all.

As far as I can remember, that is all. I have used Orkut back when it was still a thing, and I had a lot of fun there. The communities were a lot of fun and there was a lot of role-playing/creative writing in some of them. I participated on several of them and had loads of fun. Sadly, it was laid to rest a while ago and that magic (and sort of insanity) was lost. Facebook was never really able to capture it for me, and I don’t think any other site will. And I think I just dated myself as the old lady I am.

Hmm… Okay, now I’m done, I guess. I was never a very social person, and any other groups I was a part of – Yahoo!Groups and MSN Groups come to mind – were solely to share creative writing spaces with other people, without much of a social or personal connection.

Well, now that I have rambled on about social media for over 500 words, I think it’s time for me to stop and let you have a say.

Do you have any social media accounts? What do you use them for? Share your thoughts, opinions and even your links if you’d like me to follow! It’ll be a pleasure!

See you all on the next post – or at the social media site you choose to drop here!

Don’t feed the trolls!

Hello there, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope! I’m doing well enough. Recovering well from the surgery – gonna have an ultrasound done this upcoming week to see how everything’s doing – and working hard. I’m also working on my novel, and got some pretty good brainstorming done yesterday – okay, I have more questions than answers, but I’m still excited about it. All in all, life’s good.

With this update out of the way, I’ve come here to talk about trolls. 

We have all met them. They’re all around the internet. Well, they’re also out there in the offline world, but not nearly as brave as they are when they can’t be seen. You know how it is.

Having been a blogger since about 2002 (give or take a year), I’ve gotten had of them come my way with their comments, accusations, or just cussing me out for one reason or another.

Was it nice? No, it wasn’t. Did I want to return the favor and talk to them the same way they had talked to me? Hell yeah, I did!

Did I reply in kind, though? Nah. I didn’t.

Why didn’t I? I can already hear the questions popping up in people’s minds. It is the most tempting course of action, isn’t it? I know, I know. But there are reasons why I didn’t.

First, it gives them what they want – attention.

Second, it encourages them to keep coming back.

Third, I’ve seen people lose their bloggers due to pissing off the wrong person.

Fourth – and probably the most important reason, I’m too old for this crap. I’ve been too old for this crap years ago, and I’m even older now, so there’s really zero reason for me to waste my time arguing with some random person who has decided they don’t like me, or something I wrote on my blog.

Well, I guess that’s it for now.

For my fellow bloggers or other netizens out there: have you ever had a troll come for you for no reason? What happened, and how did you react to it?

Share your story with me in the comments!

See you all on the next post!

Discussing the BDSM lifestyle

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!

I wasn’t really going to post anything more this year, but a conversation with a dear friend sparked the idea, and here we go. 

Before I start, a disclaimer: I am, as I stated previously on this post, not particularly sexual of a person. But I’m actually interested in different forms of sexual relationships, and, even if I wasn’t, I’m not down for kink shaming or any kind of shaming people who aren’t harming anyone on this blog. Okay? Okay, let us move on.

About the conversation. Well, despite the fact that I seem to be a closed-off loner, I actually like talking to everyone about everything. Just ask me to talk about whatever, and, unless I have zero clue what you’re talking about, chances are I will want to talk to you about it. That was pretty much how this conversation with my friend started.

This friend had recently come into contact with the 50 shades of Grey movie, and, as it was to be expected, he was pretty horrified. Since I was the only person he knew with a general interest in the subject, he came to me, and we had a conversation about the movie (I haven’t read the book at all) and how things work regarding the BDSM lifestyle.

After our conversation, it hit me that he was not the first person to have question. He’s probably not going to be the last, so I decided I’d talk just a bit about it here. Please bear in mind that my knowledge is very limited. I’m not hardcore into the lifestyle. I’m more someone who finds the idea of being a submissive fun, but, outside scenes, I lead a perfectly vanilla life.

With that out of the way, this is what I need to share:

First of all, the core words are: safe, sane and consensual. What does this mean? 

Safe: Unless the dominant knows their partner is in distress just by looking at them, a safe word is extremely important. A safe word that is not something people would say in the midst of the situation, so there is no confusion.

Sane: Everyone involved must be of sound mind and able to freely consent.

Consensual: Well, that’s obvious. They must be able to consent and provide active consent regarding the situation.

Another thing that seemed to be cause of concern for him was the contract. In the movie, Grey simply presents a contract with a series of rules for Anastasia (I hope I’ve got her name right) to sign. No discussion. He made all of the choices. So, that’s not accurate as well.

First of all, there’s not necessarily a written contract (though I happen to like the idea). There is always a verbal contract, though, and that is something both partners have a say on. An example using myself as a subject would be not having blindfolds involved. I tend to freak out completely when blindfolded and lose all notion of time and space. I don’t know why, but it’s obvious that it wouldn’t put me in a sensual mood – quite the contrary. Being tied up is something we’d have to build up to. And it’s a great moment to set the safe word.

Another question a lot of people have is how the safe word works. It’s basically a “get out of jail free card”. The moment the submissive uses it, the scene stops. No negotiating or asking if you really need to stop. Yes, you do. A dominant that can’t respect a safe word should not be trusted.

Yet another question my dear friend had was whether or not I had ever allowed spanking and such, and whether or not I have ever had a dominant. The answers are yes and yes. I do allow spanking (hand only, I don’t like being hit with objects), and I have been fortunate enough to have an amazing dominant for a while. We had an excellent relationship, and he took very good care of me while we were a pair. So I might have become a spoiled brat as far as that goes. ;) 

Let me see… oh, yes, one last question he had.

He wanted to know whether or not people live the lifestyle all the time. The answer for that, as for a lot of things, is: some do, some don’t. I personally find it healthy to separate things. I like having my regular lifestyle out in public, and only switch to the submissive role when I’m alone with my partner. Others like living the life 100% of the time. As with everything, as long as everyone involved is consenting, it’s all good.

I guess that’s all. Basically, I just wanted to dispel some concerns from people who are outside looking in. Please understand that these relationships are consensual and not abusive (note: I’m not saying there are not abusive dominants – there are bad people everywhere. I’m just saying these relationships are not inherently abusive).

If you have concerns for someone in your life, talk to them. Ask questions. Watch out for the red flags of an abusive relationship, and, if they are there, ask your loved one to reconsider this situation. I would say trust your gut, but don’t jump to conclusions. 

Okay, now I’m done with this conversation. I really just wanted to put some minds at ease, that’s all. Like I said before, I’m no expert, just someone who finds the lifestyle intriguing and even fun if everyone involved is safe.

Do you all have any questions, or want to correct me on something? The comment section below is all yours! See you all on the next post! (This time really next year!)

Love you all!

How religion can be a force for evil

TW: Sexual assault

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!

I come here today to share some random musings with you all. 

Before I get started, I will pose this disclaimer: I am not, by any means, against religion. I was raised in a Christian home. My parents are devout Christians and I, although not associated with any organized religion at this point, believe in God and Jesus. 

I’m also quite open-minded about religion in general. I like learning about all kinds of religions and talking to people who come from all religious backgrounds to understand their views and beliefs. So, this post does not come from any kind of prejudice against any specific religion or religion in general.

With that being said, my country is now wrapped in a controversy involving religion used as a cover for evil deeds.

I’m not sure all of you have heard about the supposed medium João Teixeira de Faria, more famously known as João de Deus. Oprah has interviewed him, as far as I know, but I’m not sure about other famous people out of the country. What about him? Well, several women are coming forward to share their experiences with sexual harassment and assault on his part. 

The stories are all similar. He would ask them to follow him to a bathroom, where there was a couch. In there, he would undress and touch them, pull their hand with them having their back to him and make them touch his penis or force them to perform oral sex. This happened to girls as young as fifteen, and also to grown women. He would tell them this was part of the ritual – necessary for them to receive the things they wanted from the spirits. And they would be silent, until they were no longer silent.

Many women now are coming forward, and the perpetrator has been taken to jail. He has yet to stand trial, so I will be following the developments as they happen.

This whole situation has gotten me thinking. My mother has mellowed out now, but I dealt with a lot of mistreatment and outright abuse in my younger years. I was shamed as a slut after I was sexually assaulted at 15. I was never taught sexual education at all, which probably made me easy prey. I wasn’t allowed anything resembling a normal childhood or teenage years. Any time I even considered stepping out of a very strict line, I was verbally abused, had personal items thrown away or got publicly humiliated. 

Where was this line drawn? By my mother’s religion. She once found out I was chatting to a boy online. That resulted in her trashing personal belongings and prohibiting me contact with the only friend I had, because she knew about the situation. She found books she didn’t like (she thought they were Satanic) and threw them all out. She would emotionally blackmail me into going to church when I was sick because my migraines weren’t real – I just didn’t love God enough. She would refuse to have home studies with me because ‘they were supposed to be as a family, and if my brother didn’t want to participate, it wasn’t a family study’. 

I have since stepped away from the religion, because I didn’t want to be abused anymore. Of course, the emotional blackmail is still alive and well, but it’s less stressful now that I don’t live with my mother anymore. She still tries to pull me back with threats about the end of the world and my eternal damnation – quite attractive. She tries to tell me I hurt her feelings by not being religious. 

And yet, she was the one who pushed me away. She was the one who used her religion as a foundation for her abuse of me. It wasn’t as bad as sexual abuse, but it was bad nonetheless. It was abusing others who are vulnerable in the name of religion. 

Sadly, I’m not the only case I saw in the religious group I used to attend. I was just one of the cases, usually young women who were abused by their mothers. I don’t want to put that on the religion, as I don’t want to be unfair. I know other members of this religion who are perfectly lovely people. But sadly, my mother is not an isolated case.

I don’t know what my point here actually is, other than religion should be a force for good – not evil.

Do you have other examples to share? Or good and uplifting stories from your own experiences? I’m open to everything, as usual! Just share your ideas with me in the comments!

See you on the next post!

The problem with mental healthcare

Hello there, my pretties!

How are you all? Doing well, I hope! I come here today to blabber on about mental health yet again. Not necessarily mine, just mental health in general.

Those who have been around here for a while know that I do struggle with mental health issues, though they’re currently mostly under control. There are still rough days, but most of the time, I’m fine.

I wish I could say I’m fine due to adequate healthcare. But that’s sadly not the case.

In a nutshell, this was my experience with mental healthcare:

First, the school psychologist told my mom she should get me checked out, because I was too much of a loner. Funny enough, I did have a handful of close friends, but whatever, she decided there was something wrong with me. My mother, subtle and kind as ever, yelled at me about me being crazy and then found me a therapist. Our insurance covered one appointment per month, which was basically nothing, and my parents didn’t want to cover anything else. Plus, I was usually greeted at home with ‘oh, the crazy girl is home’.

I then changed therapists and this one did help a bit. She taught me how to journal for my mental health. Of course, that stopped working when my sister-in-law broke into my journal and ripped pages off of it to show my brother ‘my true thoughts about her’.

Then, we tried a psychiatrist, because after this event I was so stressed I couldn’t sleep, even though I had made peace with my brother and he had given me my journal pages back.

He diagnosed me with anxiety, but instead of giving me some help with coping mechanisms, he simply prescribed medication. I took it, but it made me groggy during the day and it still wasn’t helping me sleep. So I went back to him, and instead of changing the dosage or times I should take it, he just increased the dosage. I stopped taking the meds and going there.

After that, I gave up on traditional mental healthcare. I started studying and doing research, and trying to find my own coping mechanisms in order to deal with my issues (You can see my coping mechanisms here (depression) and here (anxiety). It hasn’t fixed any of the core issues, of course, but I’m alive and doing my own thing.

Why was it necessary, though?

For a few reasons related to mental healthcare.

First of all, it’s not easily or freely available. Even if you have health insurance.

Second, the stigma, as seen in my own family.

Third, doctors who don’t listen to what you’re saying. Sadly, it seems like the fact that you’re mentally ill means you’re not capable of saying what you’re feeling and being rational enough to express yourself.

What are the solutions there? Honestly, I don’t know. I wish I did.

I do feel that it starts with taking the stigma away from mental health issues. The mental health care system also needs to recognize that once a month is not nearly enough for a mentally ill patient in need of help. It also needs to start educating the patient’s family to prevent the ‘crazy person’ talk. And doctors who can prescribe meds need to work with their patients and understand that if the medication is doing more harm than good, something needs to change. And it’s not just the patient’s willingness to take it. Open lines of communication are a must.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to say for today. What are your own experiences with mental health care in your own country? As a patient, as a relative, or as a professional? Share them with me in the comments!

See you all on the next post!

Random ramblings about the current political moment

Note: For those who don’t know, I’m Brazilian, and we just elected a new President. I’m not happy with the results of this election. If you disagree with me and have arguments, feel free to share them. If you just want to repeat pre-made sentences like a parrot, your comment won’t be approved. Thanks for understanding (or not). This blog is not a democratic state.

It’s funny how things happen when politics get into the mix of people’s relationships. Our latest Presidential election happened between the Labor Party’s candidate (Fernando Haddad), a party which has been in power for quite a long time and for which a lot of people have a lot of contempt, and the Social Liberal Party’s candidate (Jair Bolsonaro), who has divided opinions in a very intense way. 

I haven’t actively chosen either of them. I am, as many people are, tired of the Labor Party. And I can’t in good conscience condone the things Jair Bolsonaro stands for. He’s a racist, a misogynist and homophobic. He doesn’t believe that the state should not have an official religion. He is a former military who believes the dictatorship wasn’t that bad. Fernando Haddad is a teacher, and I have immense respect for teachers. But he also presented himself as a mere replacement for our former President (Luiz Inácio “Lula” da Silva) who is in jail, and that tanked his chances.

One thing that has marked this election was a very intense polarization, based off of a strong figure and emotional response, not always rational thought. On one side – the Labor Party’s – there was Lula, an admittedly charismatic leader who has gathered an almost cult-like status. On the other side, there was Bolsonaro, promising to end corruption and ‘change everything’. 

Due to many circumstances I would need a whole day typing to share, they’re both extremely problematic leaders. So it blew my mind that both of them had such a fanatical following. I couldn’t figure out why.

And then it hit me. It’s because they’ve presented themselves as Messianic figures.

Lula is the guy who came from nothing. He was poor, he was a worker, and he lost his finger at work. He stirs the emotions of the working class. 

Bolsonaro presents himself as someone who will ‘change things’. He appeals to those who are tired of violence, who want to own a gun, and who are religious (he’s courted both catholics – his own religion – and evangelical – his wife’s religion – voters). He appeals to those who are tired of the Labor Party and think anything would be better than having them occupy the Presidential seat again.

At the bottom of this, there is the fact that us Latin-Americans seem to love a messianic figure. Look around us. Argentina had Perón (there are still peronists there). Venezuela had Chávez. We had Vargas. We love larger than life figures, even when they’re not the best for us (and most of the time, they aren’t). And we’re all being victims of that now.

The polarization is not about political projects. It’s about the men who represent each party.

And I fear we’ll all pay for that.

May I be wrong, and may the next four years be better than the past four.

We’ll see. See you all again when I get back from my stretch of surgery recovery (unless I decide to post something else until then)! Be excellent to each other!

Talking about incels

Hello, readers! How are you all? Doing well, I hope! 

I have been doing well enough, though a bit ashamed of the fact that I haven’t been posting nearly as often as I had planned to. Let’s pretend I’m acting according to plan, shall we? 

I have been thinking a lot about incels lately, and it was a theme I was planning on approaching way, way sooner than now, but things happened, life got in the way, and I’m just now sitting down to write about this right at this moment. Which is kind of a bummer, but, on the bright side, it has given me more time to think about incels from a different perspective.

Before I get started, I guess I’ll add a few disclaimers: first of all, I’m not, and have never been, an incel. My current state of celibate is as voluntary as it can be. I sometimes joke I was born to be a spinster. I just don’t have the patience or drive to hold on to a relationship. Second disclaimer is that I’m not justifying or defending despicable acts committed by anyone, incels included. 

For starters, for those who don’t know, the term incel comes from “involuntary celibate”. Basically, it’s about people (of either gender) who cannot find a sexual or romantic partner. 

The term has become very popular lately, basically because people who fit into this group have been doing terrible things as a way to make society pay for their failure to find a partner. And, of course, I cannot condone that. I don’t condone violence in any way, shape or form.

What I want to talk about today is about the two pillars, in my opinion, that make an incel a dangerous person.

The first pillar, in my opinion, is a sense of entitlement. Those people seem to think they have the ‘right’ to have a partner – preferably their chosen one, but, at some point, any will do. They believe they have a right to sexual and romantic interaction, and, when they can’t get it, they react with anger and hostility towards those who have denied them of that perceived right – mostly women.

The second pillar, again in my opinion, is how much value we as a society put on relationships and sex. It seems like it’s a requirement, almost a demand, that people must have a romantic relationship. And, when they don’t, they are treated as misfits and losers. I remember that, as a teenager who loved to be home and read, one of my aunts would come to my mother to tell her about how she should force me to go out, because I’d become, actual quote, a ‘crazy spinster’. Ooops, I think auntie had a point. 

But seriously, I do feel those are the two pillars supporting incel violence. While I’m sure wanting a romantic partner and not finding one is not fun (haven’t we all been there at some point?), I believe it would be way less harmful if we as a society did not put so much weigh on relationships to the point of defining one’s value based on whether or not they can find one.

Well… I guess that’s all I had to say for now. Just a little bit of rambling about a social theme I’m interested in at the moment.

I’d love to hear from you all now. What do you think is behind this phenomenon? Do you have any experiences to share? A theme you’d like to suggest for a future post? Share it with me in the comments!

Thanks for dropping by, and see you all on the next post!

We need to talk about mental health

Hello, readers! How are you all? Well, I hope! I’m doing just fine, little issues and problems everyone faces aside.

And since I’m having a pretty good day, I decided to come here to open up a conversation we all really need to have – mental health.

Those of you who read my previous post already know that I struggle with mental health issues, and have from an early age. And, sadly, the world we live in is not a really good place to keep people in a healthy mental space. The anxieties of our everyday lives, the fears we face for our safety, the threats to our (overall) health, it all contributes for the rampant increase in mental illness. That, and, of course, the fact that we’re being diagnosed more easily and promptly than we once were, and actually treated instead of shoved into some institution and left there so we wouldn’t disturb the ‘normal’ people.

While the medical profession has evolved in how it treats mentally ill people – and for that I’m very grateful -, society apparently hasn’t. Misconceptions are still abundant, from the ‘fragile’ mentally ill person who must be given their way so they won’t crumble to the ‘dangerous’ mentally ill person who we must keep an eye on lest they hurt someone, and many other ideas in between.

I get it, ignorance leads to fear. But nowadays, with Google at our fingertips, ignorance is no longer the excuse it once was. There are several sites, blogs and articles one can read up on and get informed. And you can bet you can find people to talk to. Due to the stigma still associated with mentally ill people, those closest to us may be one of those people and not tell us, because they’re afraid. Maybe you are one of those people, reader. 

I can’t tell you what to do, whether you’re a well-meaning curious person or a fellow sufferer of ill mental health. But I would like to encourage you all to open up. Talk. Read. If you can’t find anyone in your social circle to talk to, look for other sources.

We are out there. And most of us would be okay with answering your questions when we’re having a good day, as long as you ask respectfully and really want to learn.

Well. I guess that’s all I had to say for now. 

It’s your turn now. Is there any question you’d like to see answered? Or, if you’re like me, anything you’d like other people to know? Share with me in the comments!

See you all on the next post!

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