This one carries a lot of heat, but I think that is why it works. Your writing often gives the reader a glimpse into a life that clearly was not easy, without turning it into a neat moral lesson or asking for pity. The anger here does not feel performative to me. It feels like memory that still has a pulse.
What I admire is that you do not pretend success magically erases what people did or said. Sometimes survival comes with scars, and sometimes the most honest thing a writer can do is show them without polishing them into something more comfortable for the reader.
Appreciate the kind words and support. I’m glad it landed as intended. Thank you for being so perceptive. I think that’s what makes you so good at the kind of writing you do.
This is better than a daytime show. You get the finger 🖕🏽 and you get the finger 🖕🏽and you get the finger 🖕🏽tax free lol
As I read this, I ignored your suggestion about Tool and played Nas's Hate Me Now.
You're so money, Mandy 🥊😎🥊
I'm glad that what didn't these people's shenanigans just made you stronger.
People fear what they can't understand. But you can't ignore someone who can be put anywhere on this vast blue planet and can multiply her worth at all levels 💪🏽😉🤘🏽
The only one that gets a special 🖕🏽🫵🏽 from me is the teacher. Anyone who gets paid to take and lead children and treat one child badly doesn't deserve to be called a teacher.
My only complaint is that you never disclosed you could sing during my podcast...what the what, Mandy! ☺️😅☺️
Now I wanna hear you sing.
PS: as if I needed more reason to like you..well done.🫶🏽
I wish I could feel this sort of joy. I can't work out if the symptoms of aphantasia makes me look like a narcissist, or whether I am a narcissist with aphantasia. 99.99% of my day involves me being in my head and thinking about the moment. Most of the people around me don't even register, and I've lost count of the amount of times I've just walked past someone without acknowledgement them.
There have been a bunch of people who have pissed me off in my life and I suppose I would love to see them get a bit of Karma, but I can't even hype myself up to be bothered by those people. The more someone pisses me off, the more I erase them from my life.
I have had a little taste of how great it must feel, though. When I owned my own company, I nipped out to the supermarket to pick up a few items. I looked incredible, and this was peak Mike. Head to toe Versace, $800 fragrance, a $400 tie...I looked the dogs bollocks, and I knew it. There, behind the checkout, a girl who used to bully and tease me at school. Nothing too bad, she was just always a bitch to me for no apparent reason. I recognized her. She recognized I recognized her. I didn't say anything, just gave the biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen. There was literally no better time to bump into that harpy.
But yeah, having no memory means I don't hold grudges. It also means I don't hold friendships, either. Just me and the voice in my head floating through life. Even if someone does something to truly piss me off...I will completely forget whatever it was in week and then go back to acting normal around them.
It's hard to put it into words. World war 2 ended on September 2, and for most people, that is just a fact, and it isn't really linked to any memories, it's more just like a fact that isn't linked to anything solid in your mind. Well, every single one of the handful of memories I have is exactly like this. I know facts about my past, but nothing is linked to anything solid—no visuals, no emotions attached, just a list of facts.
It's like a few days ago when I was speaking to you about being terrified as a child, being forced into a car with my father drunk driving. I know it happened (a lot), and I know I must have been terrified, but it's just a fact, I don't “remember” it, and I don't have any emotion attached when I think back to it. I know it happened—just like the end of ww2—but there's nothing there when I try and remember it. No images, emotions, or feelings…just a fact.
Instant fan of spicy Mandy 🔥🔥
😘
This one carries a lot of heat, but I think that is why it works. Your writing often gives the reader a glimpse into a life that clearly was not easy, without turning it into a neat moral lesson or asking for pity. The anger here does not feel performative to me. It feels like memory that still has a pulse.
What I admire is that you do not pretend success magically erases what people did or said. Sometimes survival comes with scars, and sometimes the most honest thing a writer can do is show them without polishing them into something more comfortable for the reader.
Appreciate the kind words and support. I’m glad it landed as intended. Thank you for being so perceptive. I think that’s what makes you so good at the kind of writing you do.
This is better than a daytime show. You get the finger 🖕🏽 and you get the finger 🖕🏽and you get the finger 🖕🏽tax free lol
As I read this, I ignored your suggestion about Tool and played Nas's Hate Me Now.
You're so money, Mandy 🥊😎🥊
I'm glad that what didn't these people's shenanigans just made you stronger.
People fear what they can't understand. But you can't ignore someone who can be put anywhere on this vast blue planet and can multiply her worth at all levels 💪🏽😉🤘🏽
The only one that gets a special 🖕🏽🫵🏽 from me is the teacher. Anyone who gets paid to take and lead children and treat one child badly doesn't deserve to be called a teacher.
My only complaint is that you never disclosed you could sing during my podcast...what the what, Mandy! ☺️😅☺️
Now I wanna hear you sing.
PS: as if I needed more reason to like you..well done.🫶🏽
Here's Nas for you:
https://youtu.be/dKSJN3WWR3E?si=GjW5kATBoEoBPkUG
What a compliment! Takes one to know one, friend.
I am so glad you enjoyed this. It was quite fun to write! I did feel a little like Oprah. 😂
My vocal cords were damaged and I don’t have the range I used to but now and then I can still belt one out.
Yep, that song will work! But Diddy gets two🖕🏻🖕🏻
Thank you for the love and support, Edwin. I appreciate you!
I wish I could feel this sort of joy. I can't work out if the symptoms of aphantasia makes me look like a narcissist, or whether I am a narcissist with aphantasia. 99.99% of my day involves me being in my head and thinking about the moment. Most of the people around me don't even register, and I've lost count of the amount of times I've just walked past someone without acknowledgement them.
There have been a bunch of people who have pissed me off in my life and I suppose I would love to see them get a bit of Karma, but I can't even hype myself up to be bothered by those people. The more someone pisses me off, the more I erase them from my life.
I have had a little taste of how great it must feel, though. When I owned my own company, I nipped out to the supermarket to pick up a few items. I looked incredible, and this was peak Mike. Head to toe Versace, $800 fragrance, a $400 tie...I looked the dogs bollocks, and I knew it. There, behind the checkout, a girl who used to bully and tease me at school. Nothing too bad, she was just always a bitch to me for no apparent reason. I recognized her. She recognized I recognized her. I didn't say anything, just gave the biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen. There was literally no better time to bump into that harpy.
But yeah, having no memory means I don't hold grudges. It also means I don't hold friendships, either. Just me and the voice in my head floating through life. Even if someone does something to truly piss me off...I will completely forget whatever it was in week and then go back to acting normal around them.
Your curse is equally a gift. I do not think you are a narcissist.
How did you remember that homegirl used to be shitty to you?
It's hard to put it into words. World war 2 ended on September 2, and for most people, that is just a fact, and it isn't really linked to any memories, it's more just like a fact that isn't linked to anything solid in your mind. Well, every single one of the handful of memories I have is exactly like this. I know facts about my past, but nothing is linked to anything solid—no visuals, no emotions attached, just a list of facts.
It's like a few days ago when I was speaking to you about being terrified as a child, being forced into a car with my father drunk driving. I know it happened (a lot), and I know I must have been terrified, but it's just a fact, I don't “remember” it, and I don't have any emotion attached when I think back to it. I know it happened—just like the end of ww2—but there's nothing there when I try and remember it. No images, emotions, or feelings…just a fact.
One of my favorite parts of you is your fire. The other is how you’ve thrived in spite of all the roadblocks and naysayers.
Pretty awesome. Love the clapbacks
Thank you, Mark!
Love me a good diss track!
Thank you, LQ!
When we say we're fighting our demons we don't usually consider them to be real people but your presentation shows that they may well be.
Sometimes.
Thanks so much for reading.
Mand, I love it when you're fiesty. Well done!
You get me.