There is something decidedly unnerving about talking to a blank, white page. Am I shouting into the void with my heavy handed ramblings? Or worse, will someone actually hear them?
What am I doing here? I’ve asked myself that question countless times in my twenty three years of earthly occupancy. I asked it once at my nephews third birthday whereupon I found myself surrounded by toddlers high on various sugars. Once again at my retail job last Monday, I endured a verbal dressing down from a lady who found it difficult to accept we had no peanuts in stock to feed her wild birds. Another time, studying make up prosthetics under some of my idols. And last night, slouched in my kitchen at 2am talking online to friends I had seen mere hours before.
This specific instance however, I am sat in my attic bedroom in my parents house staring at a glaringly bright laptop screen. How do you introduce yourself to a world of strangers? I’ll start with the basics. My name is Jodie, Jodie-Lea actually, but we won’t talk about my mother christening me with a name dangerously similar to a Dairylea Dunker. I am twenty three years old and I have lived most of my very ordinary life in Glasgow, Scotland. I am a fully qualified beauty therapist, makeup artist and trainee prosthetics technician. Regardless, due to my overbearing need for familiarity I find myself still working the same part time job I acquired when I was sixteen. Self sabotage at its finest.
My reasons for starting this blog are simple: my brain simply cannot handle the multitude of thoughts that I generate on a daily basis. This blog will be a safe space where I can post about things relating to my life, my interests and my work. Good Girl Gone Mad will be a tapestry of my mind as I know it. It will be stories, books, makeup, music, movies, animals, love and self love. It will be erratic and loud. It will not be for everyone. But it will be me. Unedited and unfiltered. One hundred percent Scotch Beef.
People of the internet please be patient with me as I navigate my way through this soul bearing adventure. I have a natural talent at repelling technology and anything that can go wrong will go wrong. It’s a miracle I’ve even made it this far without somehow launching a nuclear arsenal à la Matthew Broderick in War Games.
If you have made it this far I’d like to take the opportunity to thank you for enduring my ramblings. It really means alot to a small, insignificant glitch in the universe such as myself. Alas, for now I’ll be waiting alongside you in anticipation and terror for what lies ahead.
See ya in the real world!