let me start off by saying this was a huge step for me. like i’m not even sure if i’m going to do this blog thing right so please don’t expect much from me lololol. how did i come up with the idea to do this? well, i’m frantic and i have a lot to say. i realized i needed a platform for all it. so here i am. to start, my first blog in the world will be about how and where my term “frantic” even came from. because clearly it was that important that i named my blog after it.
i’m sure a lot of my posts will be random stories. this is one of my favorites and how i’ve come to love and own my franticness. so there was this one time in my second year of grad school. i’m in a class with this guy who i’ll never forget talked about beach volleyball in sort of a douchey way on the first day of class.
fast forward i don’t know how long but we’ve started our grad school internships working in the field. sidenote: more grad school and career-related stories to come. one of my friends tells me she’s interning with above-mentioned guy in my class. not sure how it came up but she’s talking about me and that i’m in his class. she’s trying to describe me to him e.g. dark hair, asian, etc. and it isn’t ringing any bells for him. even though i was the only dark-haired asian female in the class. according to my friend’s story, it suddenly clicked for him and he was like “ohh, i know her, kinda frantic, right?”
when i tell you i was essentially seething when my friend told me this…….the first thing i did was text my bff and was like OH MY GOD I’VE BEEN LABELED AS FRANTIC. of course she was reassuring and is always ready to come to my defense. anyway, i was like…yo, people really out here describing me as frantic. everyone has some type of identifier. and mine, apparently, is frantic.
very briefly, i’ll say that i’ve struggled and continue to struggle with baseline anxiety. more to come on this, i’ve been in therapy for years now, y’all. it’s just how i am. so i was initially embarrassed to hear that people really sense my anxiety and how i must wear it on my sleeve. i guess you could say i went on some type of journey of self-discovery in which i was able to not let this term make me feel bad about myself. but rather, i realized that above-mentioned guy was right. i am pretty f-ing frantic. as in, if you know me, you know that my anxious personality gives me energy and i ramble and talk with my hands. again, that’s just how i am.
so the point is: frantic has now become a term of endearment. i love that i’m frantic. and i want to say thank you to guy in my class for introducing it in my life. it took me a hot minute to own it.
in this blog i’ll not only go on random rants and story times like this one, but i’ll be discussing what i love and am passionate about. whether it’s beauty, makeup, my favorite bath and body works candles (seriously), fashion, yoga, or food and dranks, etc. and i’ll be sure to add my frantic touch to each post. i’m really just here for fun, not trying to take myself too seriously. i hope you enjoy!
