Why Am I Here

No Because Why Am I Here?

The day has finally arrived, that I, Maya Bailey, after years of low-key bullying from family and friends, have done it. I'm officially adding "writer" to my CV.

A little background for those who are unfamiliar with me. I’m Maya. I’m 30. I do Art PR. My comfort film is Kiki’s Delivery Service. I actually love that film so much. I love it so much that I even got Kiki and her cat Jiji tattooed on my right arm.

Also fun fact! I got the first 4 in one sitting.

Let it be known that I'm as chaotic, as I’m efficient.

My reasoning behind doing this was that if I didn't like the pain of having a tattoo, at least I would have 4 tattoos that mean something to me. Fortunately (or very much unfortunately in terms of my bank account) I liked the feeling of getting silly little drawings on my body.

My first set of tattoos were…

- Me and my Mum's astrological constellations (This I have to admit was mainly done so that my Mum wouldn’t be too upset that I got tattoos).

- A Taylor Swift Lyric.

- The outline of Barbados (I’m Bajan).

- A lavender plant.

And yes, having a Taylor Swift lyric was so important to me it made it to the ‘at least I would have 4 tattoos that mean something to me’ round.

The Depressed HousePlant Music is an accidental personality trait that comes with listening to Taylor Swift. Which is very funny to me because my plants are very much fighting for their lives right now. I think I can say with certainty that my passion is not gardening.

However my passions do include…

Screenshotting tweets that I find funny. Admiring horses. Buying books I never read. Tea. Getting into Sims 3 vortexes. Obsessively watching Dick Wolf’s FBIand its younger sibling, FBI: International. Miniatures. Running extremely hot baths that make me almost pass out…

And I don’t know if I would classify this as a passion but I take photos instead of having a written diary. I’ve found that I’m more of a visual diary person than a written one. (The irony of having a written blog hasn’t gone over my head).

Nevertheless, I'm still a disillusioned member of the “I buy a new diary each year in the hopes I will write in it” community.

Now, the things that trigger my lack of passion are numbers. Well, if I really deep it, it’s mathematics that I’m unenthusiastic about. But just because I’m disinterested in numbers doesn’t mean I don’t have borderline tapped opinions about them.

Like how I think that number 7 and 23 should be neatly divisible by 3. Do I have any justifiable reason for this thought? No<3.

I also think numbers with a 5 at the end are delicious and I actually don’t care if the volume on the remote is left on an odd number.

So with all these clearly silly little thoughts, I decided why not publish them (and future thoughts) for the public to see.

Before I started writing this unhinged introduction I did a bit of research on blogging (admittedly as a procrastination tactic) and didn't know blogging started in the mid-90s. Granted I was only, at most, 4 years old at that time, so why would I?

But because of my research and the fact I tend to go down rabbit holes, I started to think about the historic timeline of the internet. Or at least the social media side of it.

And I was going to start this blogging journey with how the internet has rapidly expanded from the beginning to now, and as a society, whether we're really able to keep up with it. But honestly, I have no real interest in those discussions. I'm not qualified. And those topics usually end up being very dystopian. Which isn’t very Aries Sun of me.

So I'm going to start from a position I know best... my own personal viewpoint, haha.

My version of the internet's beginning was the AOL startup page sound. That noise, for most, is associated with a simpler time on the web (saying "web" just felt right, okay?).

For rom-com fanatics, it's associated with the intro to the film You've Got Mail.

But for me? That sound is known as the sound of absolute terror, -100/10. I'd like an edit of You've Got Mail without it, please and thank you. 4 year old Maya feels like she STILL needs to have a stern word with whoever okay'd that sound at AOL.

Now I hear you all cry, “But will 30 year old Maya be having stern words about?”

Well, I’ve compiled a list of topics for me to yap about…

● My multiple chronic illnesses (so funky, so fresh, so unique, so different for my immune system).

● My unfortunate gluten allergy I obtained in 2018.

● The fact that I'm an art nepo baby and the nuances that come with that title. And, ngl, the art nepos are the 2nd most annoying flavours of nepo babies to deal with. (The number 1 spot for the most annoying flavour of nepo baby are the nepo babies of the finance world).

● Fun little popular cultural moments that give a wider sense of societal views.

● Miscellaneous thoughts because, why not.

Now please, read the next paragraph.

All my takes will be from a personal standpoint and I’m in no way a voice of authority. I don't want to be liable for anything, I'm simply a silly goose.

Okay, I'm off to do one of my favourite activities! Get a copious amount of snacks :)

Can’t wait to share all my silly little thoughts! X

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