There are a lot of risks when you become involved in the blogging world. I always imagined if something bad were to stem from blogging it would be haters. I’m pretty open with my emotions in this little space. I make dumb jokes all the time and I take way too many selfies. Thus far I’ve been lucky-no haters. I figured if I ever encountered someone mean I would do my best to follow Taylor Swift’s lead and just “shake it off” instead I’ve encountered a new blogging problem all together.
How does your blog (if you have one) paint you as a person? I like to think mine is pretty genuine to who I am. I like to think I am very authentic here but this space is in no way all encompassing of who I am. Believe it or not I don’t prance around in tutus 99% of the time, I speak in real sentences not just Taylor Swift quotes and I’m not on the verge of a mental break down-crazy person panic attack at all times. I’m not homeless (though I joked about it). I’m not actually a stalker (towards guys I like OR even towards Taylor Swift). I’m not INSANE. I’m sassy but if you meet me I’m always polite. This space is real and truthful but it isn’t the me I would introduce to everyone right away.
Why this crazy rant-y explanation? Imagine you’re dating a guy and you really like him. He knows you have a blog, you know he could probably find it if he tried but you sort of trust that he won’t go searching because he knows you don’t want him to read it. I always thought said guy was the last person on earth I wanted to read this blog, turns out I was wrong. When the mother of a guy you’re dating stumbles across your blog and its her ONLY impression of you because she lives across the country and thus you have never met it can feel like the emotional equivalent of naked photos of you being leaked onto the internet. It’s so scary to think someone who has never met me before and has a real vested reason to care about what kind of person I am could potentially read about the unhealthy relationship I was in before. It’s terrifying to think this person might dislike me because I’ve joked about being a stalker or worst yet might think I’m the emotional equivalent of a lovestruck 14 year old because (hello!) I’ve ranted about her son a lot here the last couple of months. It’s freaky because even though everything I’ve said here is true and authentic to my personality I never wrote this blog with that sort of audience in mind. I write here as if I am talking to a friend. I love that I can be so open in this space and I feel as if that openness has allowed me to build some really wonderful relationships.
I don’t ever want to stop poking fun at myself. I don’t want to censor this space but I feel a little mortified. Despite my current emotional problem arising due to blogging I will continue to handle the situation the best way I know how to handle any problem in my life and that is more blogging.
So here goes-
To Whom it May Concern,
Oh Hello, My name is Jordyn and I am dating your son. I presume you find yourself here because you care about him very much and you are interested in his life. I’m interested in his life too so look at that, we already have something in common! While I shouldn’t wish that we meet under these circumstances I will choose to take it as a compliment that he is interested enough in me for you to be interested in me too. Thank you for the vested interest in me, how lucky for you that I happen to share my soul in such a public space!
For starters I graduated college with a degree in history. For a long time I thought I wanted to be a teacher but decided to dabble in a few fields before returning to grad school. I don’t want to work with kids just because it’s all I’ve ever done and all I know how to do. I want to be sure I’m doing something because I care about it not just because I’m afraid to try new things.
I do enjoy champagne and while I reference it quite frequently here I really don’t drink very often. I spend most nights holed up in my room watching netflix and probably eating ice cream in bed. I’m not what you would call the life of the party.
Because although I’m friendly and would most likely make a great effort to talk to you should we ever meet in person…I’m quite introverted and large social gatherings with tons of new people intimidate me.
But I WILL go to them and I WILL make an effort for the people I care about (that includes my extroverted best friends, that includes school/work functions and most likely that includes your son).
I talk a lot about clothing and boys and princesses but I know there is more to the world than these shallow pleasures. I care about politics and current events and deforestation and education and women’s rights. I read the news every day and teach the little girls I nanny for that they are not just beautiful but smart too. I’m a shopping addict but I would never judge someone else by their clothes but instead by their personality and the content of their character.
I’ve had a pretty bad relationship in the past. I write about it not because I’m bitter or holding a grudge but because I felt so alone when I was in that toxic situation and I want to share my story for anyone else who feels isolated so they know they aren’t weak or alone. I think this experience has helped me become a better person and when I’m with the right person I think it will make me a better girlfriend.
I’m quirky and weird. I make awkward jokes that no one laughs at quite frequently. I quote Taylor Swift way too often and the number of times I say “like” probably gives off the impression that I’m much less intelligent than I actually am. I’m gawky and awkward and have half of a lisp but I like to think my awkwardness is endearing and maybe you’ll think so too?
I have goals outside of an extensive shoe collection and bedroom with a chandelier (although those goals are real too). I want to promote education for women worldwide. I want to write a novel. I want to go to graduate school. I want to run a marathon. I want to meet a boy who becomes my best friend and eventually I want to fall in love with him. But all of these things take time and sometimes it’s easier to just write about all the cute shoes I saw at Nordstrom last week.
Believe it or not your son is actually pretty lucky to have me (and I’m lucky to have him too). When I like someone I’m fiercely loyal, go out of my way to try and make them happy and do my best get to know important people in their lives. Even though I may over share my life on the internet…I’m not so bad after all!