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The More Things Change

October 18, 2011 Leave a comment

So I write this in an apartment in New York City with my future wife on her laptop not four feet away. And I wonder is this my life?

I look back on this blog and I see where I was three years ago.

I started the Confessions to help me be able to be open about myself and in that, I succeeded beyond my admittedly low expectations. This time in 2008, I was unsure of myself in pretty much whatever I did whether it be school or work or just my relationships with people.

Amazing what change a few years can bring.

But what I’m getting at is that maybe the reason why it was so easy to let real life wash away my inclination to blog is that I’ve outgrown the need for it.

This one at least.

I am still a writer. I still have notebooks and a few GB worth of various story skeletons and character designs. I still think of possible backstories for interesting strangers I pass by day to day.

Just don’t know if I’m a blogger any more.

If not? Then I will look back on that time of my life fondly. If I am? Then this blog is going to have to change because as strange as it is to say, that after 15 years of self loathing and anxiety, I have learned to accept myself and have no shame about just who and what I am.

Heh, look at me getting at sentimental. I have a few ideas for this little corner of the interweb so we will have to see what comes out of it as we move towards 2012.

This whole confidence thing is still kind of strange, almost like a new pair of jeans you really like but don’t fit just right as you haven’t broken them in yet. I wanted to figure out just who I was back at 20 so now that I have my answer?

Hi, I’m Kendall Arrington. Writer. Teacher. Student. Cook. Blank Shooter. Northern Southerner. Burgeoning New Yorker. Abuse Victim. Self-Deprecating. Former Homeless Kid. Amateur DJ. Witty. Lapsing Devout Catholic. French Toast Lover. Mildly Repressed.

Pleased to meet you. I hope we become good friends, warts and all.

Thanks for the adventure, folks. It was often hard and sometimes damn scary but maybe that’s the part we don’t get as kids. That happy endings are not just a matter of course. They’re earned. You fall down again and again but sometimes you find just the right spot and it’s gold.

Maybe I’ve finally learned that I am worth having one.

Ain’t that something?

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

Preach, Christopher Robin. Preach.

 

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How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love The Perry

March 7, 2011 2 comments

“Greeting loved ones, let’s take a journey…”

Happy Monday morning (oxymoron I know) and welcome to the Confessions.

Let’s talk about music for a second.

In specific, let’s talk about Katy Perry.

I think I first heard of this popster way back in 2008 when I heard “I Kissed A Girl”. I thought it was catchy but didn’t give it much thought after that. Basically, I considered Katy Perry a smalltime pop star that would disappear shortly.

Boy did I misread that one.

Then I heard “Hot N Cold”. Downloaded it. Listened to it. Sung it when I was alone.

Same thing when I heard “Waking Up In Vegas.”

Then we had songs like “Firework”, “Teenage Dream”, and “California Girls”.

I…I can’t explain it folks.

It’s not like she is that great of a singer, her voice warbles a bit on higher notes, nor do many of her songs make complete sense and yet…

I love them.

I love every single one of them.

And I can’t begin to explain why.

It’s like she has found the perfect mix of pop music, that nirvana of catchiness that has helped us remember songs from the 80’s and 90’s like they just debuted yesterday. Those lyrics are skullfucked into your mind.

“Oh I don’t like any of her songs,” you’ll say.

(5 Minutes Later)

“I know a place/ where the grass is really greener. Warm, wet, and wild/ There must be something in the water. SHIT!”

Or is that just me?

I sing along when your songs come on the radio, I get a warm fuzzy whenever Glee covers you, and I recently bought tickets for me and my fiancée to one of your concerts.

So I give up OK?

You win Katy Perry. You win.

You see that? The woman shoots fireworks out of her chest and makes other people do the same? Her awesome is contagious and volatile.

(OK yeah, the fireworks are metaphorical but dammit if it doesn’t look cool.)

Hello Internets. My name is Kendall and I am a Katy Perry fan.

I no longer feel any shame in this.

This. Just this.

 

 

On Combating Hedgehog Dilemma

March 3, 2011 1 comment

Testing one, two…testing one, two…is this thing on?

¡Muy bien! Let’s dust off these cobwebs, shall we?

Welcome back, folks, to the Confessions.

And no, your GReader isn’t playing tricks on you.

For those of you who’ve had the distinct pleasure of talking to me, you are well aware that I will say anything. Well more like my mental filter is just very selective in how it wants to work. I will be the first one to get people to laugh in an awkward silence. Those of have ever talked to me on Skype, Google Video, the phone, or in person probably realized quickly that I am just a wee bit of a motor mouth.

Yet despite all my love of talking, I suck at meeting people.

Oh sure I can go up to someone and introduce myself but I always feel anxious. Like I always feel like I’m bothering people by talking to them. Maybe it is just the last shades of my inner shy child but it always happens whenever I meet someone new.

Even online, I do this. I’ll get on Gmail or Skype (if you haven’t added me yet, for shame) and see people who I would love to talk to are on but I just freeze up. Some time I will  actually open the conversation box and just stare at it because I have no idea what to say or how to get a conversation started. It’s like in middle school when I was still at Big Bang Theory-levels of social awkwardness.

Then comes the actual starting a friendship and where 95% of my anxiety stems from. I was pretty much an outcast (very very much not by choice) until high school and even now at 23, I still sometimes wonder if people are actually my friends. Yeah, I know that’s a common fear but so far as I can tell, not many others have this thought immediately.

I generally follow a few steps: I meet someone. Whether at a store, train, in class, at work, and find myself in a conversation with them. This happens repeatedly. I start hanging out with them purposefully. But I still hear that voice in my head going “what if they are just humoring me to be polite?”

I hate being alone.

Abhor it. Loathe it. Despite it.

I thrive on having someone to talk to. It’s like giving a starving man a feast. Without the GI issues, of course. And I’d be lying if the thought of going back to that does not fill me with dread.

Is this fear unhealthy? As long as I’m not going to insane lengths to keep people in my life, I would think not. But I’ve never really been one for denial so might as well get it out there. Considering how many people in the past year alone, I’ve cut out of my life for various personal reasons I think I am OK on this front.

Or so I hope.

The people who are all ready my friends, and have proven so time and again, deserve better from me.

Time to give it to them.

How We Got Here: The Story Behind That Sparkly

September 28, 2010 6 comments

Last time on The Confessions of an Odd Duck:

This says it all.

Oh, relationships.

I completely fail at casual dating. And casual sex even moreso.

In the past few years, I have been able to track my pattern where women are concerned.

Boy meets Girl.

Boy and Girl become good friends over time.

Boy and Girl jokingly flirt.

Boy twigs that Girl may not be joking.

Boy freaks out, broods, waffles on whether to do something about it.

Girl informs Boy he is being an idiot. Kissing may be used.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

With the exception of Scarlett, this is how EVERY SINGLE ONE of my relationships has gone.

Boy Meets Girl.

Boy and Girl realize the other is their snarky match.

They antagonize each other for a few weeks like 1st graders.

Boy and Girl find out they both like Call of Duty.

Girl makes Boy her bitch.

Boy and Girl bond over video games.

Girl has her tires slashed and quite a bit is stolen. Boy is called to pick her up.

Boy stays with Girl as she has mild breakdown.

Girl officially declares Boy one of her best friends.

When Boy’s roommate disappears after they get into a fist fight, Girl and her roommate largely take him in.

When Boy discovers his girlfriend had been cheating on him, Girl is the first to try and help him through it.

Boy realizes he might have feelings for Girl. He fights it completely.

Boy and Girl rent a house together.

Boy plays matchmaker for Girl.

Boy and Girl feel like they have lived together for years come Christmas.

Boy and Girl go to New York where Girl’s old roommate cottons on to how Boy might feel.

Girl seems to be flirting with Boy. Boy is terribly confused.

During a spring break trip to  Cancun, Girl and Boy own up to how they both feel.

And now here we are. Those of you who saw the post yesterday or cottoned on to what I was talking about on Twitter, your eyes were not deceiving you.

Am I young? Yes. Am I financially stable? Yes. Am I emotionally stable? Against all odds, yes. Do I see us being compatible enough to make this kind of commitment? Hell yes.

My entire life I have always wondered if I am going enough for things. Second-guessing myself has long been second nature here. But I am self-aware enough to acknowledge that I can and do make her happy. During a  conversation over coffee with Pippi, I admitted out loud how close I was to at least buying the ring, she questioned why I hadn’t all ready.

This woman knows me better than 95% of the people in my life. Nine years of friendship probably helps. So to hear that from her shouldn’t have surprised me even if it did.

She pointed out how I’m less flighty with Scarlett. How her edges seem to soften with me. How fiercely we go to bat for each other. How we are utterly unafraid to piss the other off  if we think they are wrong. How open we are with each other. How we like to just spend time together.  She closed by saying that  we act, and have for a long time, like any happily married couple she could think of.

And as I thought about that, I reviewed our relationship since those first days in Chapel Hill, and realized she was absolutely right.

I want this. I want my life to be with her. I want to wake up at 70, look over, and see her sleeping next to me.

Schmoop, yes.

Hence why Sunday afternoon saw me roping Marilyn into helping me pick out a ring. And why Monday had me calling her parents for That Talk.

But various heartbreaks have beaten caution into me. I remember how happy I was with both Tink and Eva. I remember how those both ended, even if Tink was entirely my fault. I am trying to let my mind rule for a bit over my heart and if you know me, you know how hard that is. Looking before I leap does NOT come naturally.

That is why I am waiting on popping the question. Really do not want to imagine how it would feel to get turned down on that one. It’s no longer a question of “if” but “when”.

But, like the optimist I somehow am, I see the silver lining here.

This delay gives me time to plot how to do this.

Because after this tweet from A Mom In Real Life, I feel like there may be a challenge here. I have a few bare-bones ideas but nothing remotely concrete. Over the next few months, I am probably going to be asking you all for advice on how to do things. Especially our tech savvy bloggers.

After all, anything worth doing is worth doing right.

*Half the title of this post is directly lifted from the lovely Jeney. Who if you hadn’t congratulated her on her engagement yet, you should. Now.

Changing Seasons and Life Changers

September 27, 2010 3 comments

And finally, summer’s over.

Fall is here and all ready the weather seems to have changed. Gone are the almost unbroken days of sunshine. Gone are the random heat waves that push the thermostat into the high 90’s.

Autumn has always been about changes in my life.

2006: I was starting at UF, hundreds of miles from anyone I had ever met.

2007: I was at the lowest point in my life and would stay there for almost a year. Suicide is passingly contemplated and thankfully never attempted.

2008: I started at UNC-Chapel Hill, slowly regaining my self-worth, and amazed to find that despite my every fear of having kids my girlfriend’s daughter saw me as her “Papa” and that the feeling was increasingly mutual. I have my first internship working with a group of lovably insane 6 year-olds. I also work at a restaurant again for the first time since I was 17. I start a little website.

2009: I rent my first house. I have another teaching internship; this time at a local high school. My time of mild whoring around begins.

And now in 2010, well the biggest change here is something I’ll talk about later this week or next depending on how much free time I have to write about it. It has to do with this.

Time to break out the apple cider and the hot chocolate. Time to break out the pumpkin pie. Time to break out the Halloween decorations. Time to break out the jeans and jackets, the hats and scarves.

Welcome back, Autumn.

You took your sweet time getting here.

*Image here

A Return?

September 20, 2010 7 comments

Hello Internet, I’ve missed you so.

How’s your mother? Oh really? You know there’s a cure for that nowadays?

Well that’s just uncalled for.

When I hung up my blog hat back in June, I thought that would be it. Sure I’d have Twitter and Gmail and I could text those of you whose numbers I have but…

It wasn’t the same.

I couldn’t give my impressions the first day of grad school.

I couldn’t babble on about how much I love this city.

I couldn’t go in depth about the bundle of nerves I became when I found myself looking at engagement rings on a whim.

After nearly 2 years of writing here, I had grown used to sharing my life with all of you. With subjecting you to my rambling, comma-abusing, nerdy self.

The worse bit?

Not knowing what was going on with you all. I let myself slip away from the Tubes. I missed LiLu when she was actually in this city. I only found out Jeney was getting married by randomly checking Twitter. I have no idea what’s going on in 20SB and that’s a weird feeling.

I miss blogging.

So like Michael Jordan before me, I’m back. Hopefully without the disaster that followed. (Space Jam anyone?)

Now just as I told the story of my Chapel Hill days, what follows are my various misadventures here in The Big Applesauce. The drunken people I run into on the train, the stories I hear from customers at work, the batshit things my students get up to, and those little moments where I see or hear something that makes me all sappy.

Oh and the new layout I’m playing with? Well…

It’s bold, in-your-face, and a bit larger than life.

In short, it’s me in template-form.

Awesome.

Not So Much A “Goodbye” As A “See You Soon.”

June 24, 2010 8 comments

It’s coming.

Some of you like Mindy, Christie, and Mich have been around since my early days and others came around as I started coming out of my shell on 20SB and Twitter.

For those who wondered about my long internet siesta, well, yeah my line about being swamped by real life is very much true. The underlying reason?

I’m tired y’all.

While yes I did start the Confessions back in ’08 as a sort of online diary, I don’t have the narcissism or motivation to write about the trivialities of my day for much longer. Example, I have a post discussing my real first impressions of New York City from my neighbourhood to the people in my building to my job to the food nearby. Dragging would be a definite understatement here. If I don’t find it interesting, then I see no reason why any of you should.

My life just isn’t that interesting.

Is there drama? Sure, I’m a 22 year-old living with his girlfriend in a New York apartment while juggling grad school and work. Bombs everywhere but without some blogging niche, my posts are usually just random musings sprinkling liberally with pop culture references and comma abuse or the occasional serious emotional post like issues stemming from rape or body image or racism.

Don’t get me wrong though. I still love to write but blogging lost a bit of its appeal last summer after so long away from it and I don’t think it’s coming back.

And yet writing my New Moon review was a blast even with such a horrible movie and ever since then I’ve been wanting to do more of them. Were it not for the fact that most of my free time was spent with friends or dealing with  my whoring around, I would have.

Here was something that (to my knowledge) no one was really doing in the 20SB crowd. Sure some people do book reviews but movies were pretty much an untapped resource of comedy gold. Here was a way for me to forge my own way through the blogosphere instead of just another face in the personal blogger crowd.

Fact of the matter is that, frankly, I’m not great at telling stories about my personal life. After a long conversation with Scarlett, I did start to edit what I wrote about people here as I did have a cousin find this and it’s just easier if relatives have no ammunition against me. That and the fact that my humour is mostly snark, in-jokes, over-the-top expressions/gesturing and semi-obscure pop culture references makes it rather difficult to make these events funny.

So I think it’s time to retire this blog. The Kendall who started was unsure of himself and at times a bit needy and thankfully I’ve grown past that person. I’ll still use GMail, Twitter, and the 20SB forums. I’ll still be reading and commenting on your blogs. Just need to cut my ties here and see what happens without this dying weight.

This site will remain online until I can have my new idea up and running so don’t expect anything before December. My green screen arrives Monday and I’ll buy the video editing software I need within the next month. Expect something epic.

Thanks to all of who you’ve been part of the ride thus far and I’ll hope you’ll come back to continue. You’re all fantastic.

This song is ending. But the story never ends.

Just like that will never leave.

So long kids and thanks for the fish.