Who IS EnchiPants?!

Tag: life

  • The “Onus” on Women

    The “Onus” on Women

    I read something so profound this morning that I just… blinked in shock and awe… First, the featured pic is an original I took 12-ish years ago when I visited Costa Rica. The flower is in Cahuita, Limón. I do not remember what it is called, it was just so gorgeous I could not pass…

  • “Should”

    “Should”

    So Sayeth the Google AI Mode (tried a new version): The word “should” is not inherently “bad” in the sense of being a swear word, but it is often viewed as harmful or counterproductive in psychology, communication, and personal development. The word can create a cycle of shame, guilt, and unrealistic expectations for oneself and others. …

  • Monday Mark – 2.5 & 3.0

    Monday Mark – 2.5 & 3.0

    2.5 – For Last Week’s MM: I actually ponder “trust” and all that entails quite frequently. You see, The Boyfriend broke my trust as early on as last October, though I didn’t know the full extent of it – especially the “wtf is going on” part – until this past February. The consequences of realizing my…

  • Moab

    Moab

    On May 1st, 2013, I set off on a solo 2-week bike trip to visit Moab, UT where I was born. Hard to believe that was 12 years ago. At the time, I rode Zuki (2003 Suzuki 800), my second bike. I traveled from my little town in Arkansas to Kansas City, staying with a…

  • Monday Mark – 1.5 & 2.0

    Monday Mark – 1.5 & 2.0

    1.5 – For Last Week’s MM: I have to admit that it was extremely rough with my physical issues and I hadn’t put much thought into what I would consume less of… other than dairy or vaping?! I did have to consume more water, fiber, and MiraLax. As for external entertainment, sad music… by default,…

  • Love/Hate

    Love/Hate

    Thank you TonysBologna: “How to Write More” – for inspiring me to get off my ass and just write. I was legitimately on my ass on the couch scrolling on my phone… and ya called me out (damnit 😝)! Also, visit the site where I got the featured picture from, because holy shit that’s some…

  • Painful Sleep

    Painful Sleep

    This bout with the meds and shit really screwed things up for me. Not shocking, it DOES happen, but fuck me is it frustrating. I hate it. Trying to find medicine to help me with pain (or “happiness”) is like finding needle in a haystack. And? Even if it works, the side effects are unbearable…

  • Monday Mark – 1.0

    Monday Mark – 1.0

    I get a weekly subscription email from Mark Manson (<—link to his site) called “Your Next Breakthrough.” I haven’t participated in the prompts, but I would like to. They ARE thought-provoking, after all. And thus, I think I’ll start a weekly “Monday Mark” where I do just that. I’ll copy/paste what the weekly prompt is,…

  • What Dat Blog Do?!

    What Dat Blog Do?!

    My blog – originally – was intended to be a daily journal for myself, something I could turn into a habit and commit to, since journaling has been the bane of my existence (yet another one of those, lol) since I was young. However, I’ve shared it with others… not just the public, but therapists…

  • 105º of EnchiPants

    105º of EnchiPants

    Did you know there’s a game about the 6º of Kevin Bacon (or “Bacon’s Law”)? I linked the Wiki for it there, but briefly (and quote-y 😜): The game’s name is a reference to “six degrees of separation“, a concept that posits that any two people on Earth are six or fewer acquaintance links apart.…

  • They Used To

    They Used To

    So… I’d like to raise more awareness of what Anhedonia is. This prompt helps because I CAN list 30 things (I think?!), but due to Anhedonia, the title is necessary: “They Used To [Make Me Happy]” We’ll start with the physical shite I can’t (or almost can’t) do any more… Damn, this is feckin hard,…

  • The Past Meets the Present

    The Past Meets the Present

    Fair warning, this one is going to be REALLY long. I was perusing my old “journal” notes in my phone from way back when I was with The Dementor… starting around 2020. It’s fucking ironic that the similarities between what I felt and wrote about back then are almost an exact mirror of the shit…