If you’re reading this, you probably feel obligated and that’s ok.
Allow me to re-introduce myself….
Hello, fellow humans! For those that don’t know me, my name is Kimberly Chan. You can call me Kim, Kimmy, Chan, or whatever else you’d like. I just like the way Kimberly vs Kim looks in writing. Kimberly looks less Asian on paper, and as you can see, I have a bit of false advertising going on. A little bait and switch, if you will. However, I am actually half Chinese. I just didn’t get the hot Asian girl looks. But you know what? I got the genes because I’m gonna be 39 this year and just recently got carded when buying a freaking lottery ticket. Could be my lack of makeup, but who cares. I’ve also never dyed my hair and don’t have any grays (yet). Maybe I’m immortal? My lower back pain says otherwise but you never know.
So I started this blog because I write too much in my Facebook posts. And also because I can’t say half the shit I want to on Facebook. And also because I simply love to write and want to write in my own style, which includes often excessive use of profanities. Please know that I don’t use profanities for shock value. It’s how I communicate. I can hold back when needed, but I prefer not to. As they say, people who curse are more honest than people that don’t. I’m a firm believer in that.
So what will the content of my blog be? Your guess is as good as mine. Sort of. I don’t want to hold myself to any one specific topic. I’m a person who is either ALL IN or ALL OUT. That applies to all things….sports, relationships, hobbies, etc. It does not mean I view everything as black or white, but it means I CHOOSE to either be all in or all out because I hate wasting my own time and I refuse to waste other people’s time. Time is a precious thing and most of us don’t have much of it.
There are definitely some topics that I know for sure will come up. Dogs is a given. Being a single dog mom. Being single. Being a loner. My adventures with my dog, Peach. Relationships. Sex. Poop. Sex and poop. Lack of sex (current status). Dating. Dating and poop. Ice cream. No ice cream and poop though. I feel horrible for people who are lactose intolerant. Gynecologist visits (one of my fave topics). Cats. Love ’em or hate ’em, they rule the world. As they should. Skydiving. Although I haven’t jumped in quite some time, I am still a skydiving student and hope to get my A license someday. It did change my life in a lot of ways, so it’s still an important part of my life regardless. Let’s see…what else….basically anything that makes most people uncomfortable. Why, you ask? Because it’s fucking important to talk about STUFF. Life is not all roses. It’s very thorny and if you’re like me, you get pricked. A lot. And not in a good way. I have felt alone my entire life, whether I was actually alone or not. I don’t ever want anyone to feel alone like I do and like I have. I’m an open book, which may get me into trouble sometimes but I’d rather be open than to hold things in and think I’m messed up because no one else is talking about certain things. That’s the most detrimental thing about social media, in my opinion. Everyone only posts about their worldly travels, their amazing relationships and marriages, and all that horse shit. That’s great! But I also want to know the behind the scenes stuff. I want to know other people’s struggles, because we ALL have them. Actually there are a couple of people that I follow that I seriously wonder if they ever have any struggles whatsoever. And hey…if they don’t, that’s great. But I personally feel like the people who have been through some serious shit are the most compassionate, loving people. Those are the ones I want to surround myself with. The misfits. The bruised. The battered. The hurt.
Regardless of the topics I go on about, just know that they will always be light hearted and full of humor. My sense of humor has been the only thing in my life that has helped me survive. I can and will laugh at everything. Not in a cunty way. Just in a way that we can all laugh together about it. I make fun of myself. Every day. I talk to myself and make comments making fun of myself. I talk for my dog and make her make fun of me. It’s messed up. But most of us are messed up. And that’s ok.
So welcome. For the few that will actually read my shit, I hope you enjoy it and laugh. Or at least laugh at the highlights.
A preview to my next post will likely be about the roadtrip I just got back from. It’s filled with poop and vomit. Just a heads up on that. If you’re not into those 2 things, you should still read it. I won’t post any pics of either of those things, but you will see some gorgeous landscapes between funny stories. Pinky swear.