I’m not allowed to discuss the exact details of my current misery, bound by contract as I am, until a certain date has passed. After which you will find my story to be a perfect re-election campaign to prolonging my title of Loser Queen Extraordinaire for another lifetime or so.
Why do experiences that make normal people happy always have an antagonistic effect on me instead?
Also… Why do people keep assuming I am dumb?
Is it because I am blond? A woman? Both?
(Probably both)
One of my plans for 2024 was to step out of my comfort zone, “embark on adventures more frequently”, as opposed to hiding under my comfortable fictitious rock.
Last Monday, I stepped so far out of my comfort zone I was afraid I’d never find my way back!
If the Universe had not been so forgiving/caring, I’d have played the D-card to get out of my predicament (I swear: you call “diarrhoea” and nobody considers it a lie. Even if they do, they’ll still never check).
Monday, struggling to keep my chin up wading through Extravert Land, I once again came face to face with the Everlasting Truth: I Am Different.
And no matter how hard I sometimes still try to fit in, I never will.
Not even a little.
I keep continuously running into old traps. But only to discover something new each time I do.
This time, I found the outer extents of my own introvert boundaries. I found the love of the Universe, saving my butt and my (apparently killer poker) face. I found friends cheering me up in times of distress.
And I found that, no matter how dumb people (including myself) assume I am, I still continue to kick ass like a pro.
More details WILL follow after the Summer. Please stay tuned, and do not forget to support your favourite Loser Queen – even if she is currently (very happily) hiding under her comfortable fictitious rock.
Elle Vampa 