Welcome to the party, bitches.

This is a blog to recount all of the awkwardly funny and incredibly true stories of being in your early 20s or late teens. This is a blog for all of us who are trying to live our lives while not getting it anywhere near “together”. 

Because my life is a hot-damn-mess-a-thon, I’ll start us off with a story. 

I’m a waitress, a terrible one. I am forgetful and rude and I make snap judgments about all of the people I come across. I can’t help it. I also find work a great excuse to talk on the phone in the back of the restaurant.. (maybe I should just preface all of this and say I’m a terrible person). 

While going about my day at work, I was a having a really hard time being.. normal. You know those days, when everything is foreign and awkward and you can’t quite seem to behave like a regular fucking human being. That was my day, amplified. 

I was dropping silverware, forgetting things, and even talking to people became my greatest handicap.

So, I was at a table taking their orders, everything was fine, I was able to speak with relative normalcy, but then it happened.

As I was taking their menus back from them.. I curtsied. I fucking curtsied.

It was small, but it was definitely there. My customers looked at me like I should be committed and I knew they weren’t wrong. 

I believe that day was a series of small reminders that I am a train-wreck: fun to watch, but terrible to live through. 

Please let me know all of your train-wreck stories, so we can all laugh at our pain together. 

this is the time to ferociously make mistakes.