Two things I’ve always imagined I’d do if I was more talented: become a writer and become a travel influencer (you know, the kind that’s famous enough to get small day to day advantages but not famous enough for the internet to do a deep dive on and cancel once the first video of you on a bad day surfaces). I’ve tried my very unfortunate and embarrassing time on TikTok – and quickly learned two things about myself. Firstly, there’s only one thing worse than my memory to take a video, and that’s my creative aptitude to take a video any better than the at-home blurry film makers. I’ll leave exactly what the at-home blurry film entails to your own respective imaginations. Secondly, there is something worse than my memory to take a video, and that is my drunk memory to take a video.
All of this begs the question, does anyone even read blogs anymore? I don’t know, but the Google AI overview search I just did told me that around 77% of internet uses still read blogs. Out of that 77%, I sincerely none of that encompasses my parents, any of my immediate or extended family, anyone I work with, anyone my travel stories are about, and in general anyone I’ve ever met. My friends and therapist, however, are safe. I’ve told these stories over and over again, that all words relating to, or corresponding to, any pattern that may resemble the essence of any one of these stories, have lost all meaning.
So, to any reader who serendipitously landed on my blog, I apologize in advance for my unnecessary language, long-winded nature of talking, drawn-out stories that take forever to get to the point, and most of all, run-on sentences. This blog isn’t meant to educate, at most, maybe it’ll serve as a cautionary tale. However, it is meant to make you feel more at ease that there’s no such thing as dying of embarrassment, because I am very much alive. And it hopefully will remind you that the world is a big, gigantic endless terrain to learn and experience, and that even in the most beautiful of places, you can absolutely get drunk and ruin everyone’s night. And that you will survive that hanxiety. Welcome to Unchecked and Unhinged, where my physical baggage is unchecked and my emotional baggage is unhinged.
Unchecked and Unhinged 