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When deciding what to write for this weekโ€™s wildcard, I struggled to come up with just a single subject.

Typically Iโ€™d be writing from London, a place that offers up endless inspiration thanks to the myriad of people and things one encounters on a daily basis. Despite its chaos, the city also provides ample time alone to deep dive, which is good when you can channel it into writing and bad when youโ€™re just overthinking.

This week, though, Iโ€™m writing from Chicago. Iโ€™ve just spent a glorious (and very full-on) 7 days with my family, including my 1.5 year old niece, who โ€“ just by witnessing her playfulness and laugher โ€“ has sparked mental health benefits akin to taking a micro dose of MDMA.

So hereโ€™s a mix of all the half-baked thoughts that have been running through my mind as of late. Hopefully you can help me finish them / answer my curious questions in the comments.

 

are people in the airport ok?

Thereโ€™s something about being at the airport that makes people disengage their brain cells. I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s travel anxiety, overstimulation, exhaustion, or the fear of being caught with some kind of illegal substance even if you have never used one, but itโ€™s slightly jarring to be around. Oh, and during the 8-hour flight back to London, someone walking down the plane aisle nearly puked all over everyone within a 3 feet distance. Thankfully, someone was behind this person, covering their mouth so tightly it looked like they were being held hostage. Iโ€™ve never seen anything quite like it. Only a few droplets escaped and they all hit the floor (I hope). My boyfriend then asked if I thought you could claim airline compensation if someone is sick on you mid-flight. I said that maybe theyโ€™d offer you a voucher, but couldnโ€™t think of what would be a realistic amount. What do you think?

how the frick is rihanna responsible for savage x fenty?

Anyone who has ever known me could tell you that I love Rihanna the way pet-owners love their pets. That is to say, Iโ€™ve never had an actual conversation with her, but I have loved her since day 1 and that will likely be the case for all eternity.ย Even so,ย I donโ€™t believe in blindly, unconditionally supporting anyone or anything, and lately Iโ€™m having a hard time understanding how RiRi was ever involved with the Savage x Fenty lingerie brand. Donโ€™t get me wrong, all of their designs are either drop-dead gorgeous or sexy AF. The execution, however, is terrible. The sizing stays inconsistent and off, the fabrics are often unbearably scratchy, and the (basically compulsory) monthly membership is giving SCAM. Not to mention, the brandย scored lower than SHEINย on Remake’s 2022 Fashion Accountability Report which is both disappointing and unacceptable. It just feels weird that Rihanna โ€“ who is responsible for one of the best, if notย THEย best, celebrity makeup line ever โ€“ is the brain behind this lingerie brand when itโ€™s so bad in every category. Rih, if youโ€™re reading this, I know you already stepped down as CEO, but Iโ€™m begging you to shape up this brand or ship it tf out pleaseโ€ฆ

when did the big light become so oppressive?

I had to get up to turn off my ceiling light halfway through writing this piece because I felt it blaring down on me with an intense, oppressive ferocity. I now feel much more relaxed with my pretty glowing lamps on. Given we all grew up with The Big Light at home, at school, and at indoor public spaces โ€“ why has it all of a sudden become so unbearable? Have we evolved to only enjoy bright, blue light from our many technological devices? Or do we all have a stronger yearning for aย vibe?

is it time to break the makeup chain?

โ€œYou know what the worst part about this is? When we get home, I still have to wash my face.โ€ My sister cracked up when she overheard me say this to my boyfriend during a late night wrestling event in Chicago. Like me, she was tired and wanted to go home. Neither of us looked forward to removing our makeup before bed. The whole experience of makeup is seeming more like a chore with each passing day (is this what happens when youโ€™re nearing 30?) but I canโ€™t be bothered to have people ask me if Iโ€™m tired (to which the answer is always YES) or sick (of scrubbing my face? YES) when I show up without it. I also still have appreciation for the ritual of getting made up in the morning โ€“ itโ€™s sort of meditative and makes me feel ready to face to world. But my bare skin has never looked been betterโ€ฆ shouldnโ€™t I celebrate that?

worrying about your health will only make you sick

This is one of those sayings that will piss you off when youโ€™re expressing concern about a health ailment, but I think itโ€™s true. After researching the benefits of Omega 3 fish oils and the conflicting science behind this type of supplement, I am only more confused and now have a headache. Iโ€™m also not sure why I think I need this when my main food group is sushi to the point where I probably already have low-level mercury poisoning, but I am now back at square one, just me andย my daily multivitamin, which makes me feel an honest-to-god sense of vitality whenever I remember to take it. Iโ€™m telling you this because I feel bad about wasting 45 minutes of my life Googling the pros and cons of fish oil tablets.

i miss my pineapple ice

Iโ€™ve been vape-free for 46 days and, truth be told, it feels like itโ€™s been WAY longer than that. The hardest part it over, I donโ€™t get the painful urge to buy a new vape (or to crawl out of my own skin) anymore, but I can admit to missing the little moments I had alone with it to collect my thoughts when thereโ€™s a lot going on. It sounds pathetic, but I know a lot of people who use their vape as an emotional crutch will understand. Regardless, Iโ€™m FORTY-FIVE DAYS strong and wonโ€™t be sabotaging that for anything. If youโ€™re thinking of quitting, you can do it! Just lock yourself inside with lots of snacks and good TV for the first three daysโ€ฆ theyโ€™re the worst of all.

homesickness isnโ€™t the right word

I donโ€™t think the word โ€˜homesickโ€™ properly encapsulates the feeling itโ€™s supposed to describe. Being from an island, I can pretty much feel a sense of home on any beach around the world as long as its waters are crystal clear (being a beach snob comes with the islander territory), but nothing and nowhere can replicate the feeling of being with your people. Of all the countries and cities Iโ€™ve lived in, the only thing I ever craved while away from home was some quality time with my loved ones. If we were on a beach, that would just be a bonus. After a week spent with my family, I feel infinitely more balanced, calm, collected, and centred having arrived back in London. I know having a wonderful family to โ€˜come homeโ€™ to is a blessing and trust me, Iโ€™m thankful! Sometimes the right people โ€“ friends, family, a partner โ€“ are all you need to really feel at home again.

 

Thank you for reading. Thatโ€™s all Iโ€™ve got for you this week. Hopefully you enjoyed reading these little snippets as much as I enjoyed getting them off my chest.

Also, I know this is the part where I should apologise for click-baiting you with a picture of Rihannaโ€™s derriรจre, but Iโ€™m not really sorry, because it clearly worked. Heehee! MWAH.

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