“I’m a strong independent ketchup bottle who don’t need no mustard”

“Ahhh Halloween time. Don’t ya just love it? The air is crisp, and the bonfires are plentiful. It’s a time for candy, apple cider, donuts, regrets, chili, more candy, and those God forsaken couples costumes. (Let me repeat that for dramatic effect) those GOD FORSAKEN COUPLES COSTUMES *cough* that we all love *cough* woah… who said that?”

Ok folks, allow me to take you back in time. Let’s think back to what it was like being a kid around Halloween. The first thing that comes to mind for me actually isn’t trick or treating. The first thing that I think of, is getting those party city ads in the mail and being so darn excited! I mean, I would literally set aside time to sit down with my little color coded sharpies and circle the coolest costumes on every page. This way, I could make an efficient decision of what I was going to be that year. This was a very dedicated project that I took very seriously. Come on, we have all been there. I think we all know that Halloween was no joke back in grade school days, you had to COMMIT. So, that being said, while flipping through these ads, I remember always going straight to the couples costumes pages and ripping them out so that they wouldn’t interfere with my process (because what 8 year old has a significant other…actually, don’t answer that.) And, since I must be honest, I’ll now admit that I of course made sure to look through them before doing so. I mean, I had to start adequately preparing for the day I too would need to pick from them. Ya know, when I had a boyfriend in the future (lol still waiting.) But yeah, there were SO MANY. I mean, this section was LARGE. You have everything from your classic movie couples like Danny and Sandy in Grease to those damn plug and socket costumes that have been around for like the past 20 years (#why #gross). And then, there’s those costumes that you look at, and you’re just like what the actual FU…dge nugget (which is exactly what I wanted to say thanks for asking) was happening when this was pitched to a design team and they complied!? This leads me to my next point. I am actually writing to address a very important matter that no one seems to be talking about: The ketchup and the mustard suits. My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

That’s right, the ketchup and mustard couples costumes. Ya know, the ones that slightly resemble what I consider to be large red and yellow potato sacks simply labeled “ketchup” and “mustard?” Along with it, came a hat that looked oddly similar to a traffic cone, but in their respective colors, of course (cute).  These costumes cost maybe 2 dollars to make and are sold for about 30 (naturally). Now, the mystery here, is that you never actually see couples wearing these overly priced and poorly designed refrigerator condiment get ups. At least, I don’t. Come to think of it, I’ve only actually known of one person ever to purchase one of these costumes. I’m half ashamed and half proud to say that it was me. Yes, I was a bottle of ketchup in the seventh grade. It was probably the most awkward year of my life, looks wise. I had poorly box died hair, bright orange braces, pimples galore, and I was… lets just say…prepubescent. So, of course, I decided to take it upon myself to run around in an oversized ketchup costume because that would make it all better. I’m cringing, you’re cringing, we are ALL cringing. But wait, it gets better. The worst/ best part is, there was no mustard. I flew very solo in this adventure of mine. This draws the line. Who in God’s name let me out of the house dressed as ketchup without a companion mustard?! That is the saddest thing ever, right?! Come on mom and dad, you had one job! (If you’re reading this, which you better be, I’m joking)

The thing is though, at that time in my life, I had this strong desire to be this bottle of ketchup for one of the most important holidays in a younger kids eyes! I don’t know what this choice of costume stemmed from, or why for that matter. But I do know, that I am absolutely rooting for awkward little Stevie who chose this path and didn’t need anyone to be her mustard to go through with this very, very strange choice. How cool is that? Don’t you wish we could go back in time to THAT kind of confidence? The carefree attitude of being a kid and doing exactly what we want, when we wanted? (Well as much as we could get away with anyways…) Wait a second, I just asked a strange old woman on the sidewalk this question and she said WE CAN? OMG GAME CHANGER! Ok, maybe I didn’t actually ask a strange old woman on the sidewalk, but it made this story much more interesting so sue me. Anyways, yes! We can! Somewhere along the way of becoming the very cool and collected adults we all are (HA), we have lost the art of “loving our weird.” We question our every choice. We care too much about what people think. We forget that it’s OK to be different and it’s actually encouraged!

*insert GIF of strange virtual man screaming*

“I’M A DORK AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT”…

well that was weird… (Did that joke land? I don’t know. It made sense in my head)

Life is too short to not do exactly what you want! Maybe people will think you’re cool, and maybe (GOD FORBID) they won’t! You know what though? Who in the literal heck cares! Have fun, be yourself, and if you want to dress as a refrigerator condiment, freaking do it! You don’t need no mustard to be the beautiful ketchup that you are! You are a strong, independent ketchup bottle and you don’t need… Ok I’ll stop right there. While I’m… ahead? No, I think I’m already behind. Oh well. Sorry, I was just embracing my weird right there if you couldn’t tell.

ON THAT NOTE… have a wonderful Halloween everyone. Eat lots of candy, have lots of (hard) cider. And, most importantly, stay weird my spooky friends.

<3 Stevie

Nothin like a fine whine…

“Do this, be that. Think this, shun that. Go to school for 30 years so you can go on to getting a job where you make a TON OF MONEY, because that’s the only way you’ll be happy. Follow the rules. Be cool, but don’t be too different, other wise you’re considered weird. OH, and most importantly, always remember that NOBODY LIKES ANCHOVIES ON THEIR PIZZA! OK? There, now you have everything you need to be successful. Right?”

WRONG

OK folks. Let’s talk societal standards and why it’s engraved into each and every one of our brains to actually give a damn. My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

I’ll start off by saying I freaking love anchovies on my pizza. THERE I SAID IT. THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG. SUE ME. I know that half of you readers just did an audible “ew” right? Well…Except for my dad (Hi dad).

Story time!

One day in my recent adventures, I found myself at the liquor store buying some wine (shocker). As I was checking out, the person at the register asked me what I do for a living. I informed him that I’m an aspiring actress building a career in the performing arts. He replied “oh…well, not everyone can be a doctor”.

*insert voice track*  “OH NO HE DIDN’T”

Now, I could have replied with what would have given a nice little wake up call concerning the extreme lack in social graces our new friend here seemed to have. Instead, I replied “double bag that please, It would be a tragedy if I happened to drop my wine. Thanks and enjoy your day!” And I left! I just left. I left puzzled, but as usual when I come across these situations,  perpetually un-shocked.  However, It got me thinking about what led to that exact moment. What in the heck entitled this man to so casually inform me that I have not risen to the standard “American Dream” everyone speaks of?  In this single statement, it’s so evident how immensely one’s ideology of  living a successful life is shaped from the minute they’re born to the minute they die by the pressures of societal expectations.

First, I want you all to ask your self what really is success? Is it money? Is it getting married and having kids? Is it having a job that everyone wants but only few get? What is it? Take a minute to really think about this question. It’s a hard one.

*One minute later* 😉

Now that you have contemplated the meaning of life for 60 seconds, back to my words of wisdom. If I’m correct, you probably didn’t come up with a very specific answer. Well, I have a little secret for you. That’s because there isn’t one.  OK, so what do we do in 2017 when we don’t know the answer to something? We google it… obviously. So I googled it… as one would. Google defines success as “the accomplishment of an aim or purpose.” That seems pretty generic to me. Now, this statement makes it seem pretty obvious that success is absolutely subjective, right? I mean, technically, waking up to a new day in good health is successful isn’t it? According to the google definition it is. And, I would certainly think so because we’re not really going to accomplish much without that happening now are we… Anyway! Yes, success is subjective. It’s influenced by our own personal twang as I like to say. Personal tastes, beliefs, opinions, and passions. Scientifically speaking, since I read somewhere that society is all about science these days (*insert laugh here* because this was a poor attempt at a joke) we all have different DNA making us completely different personalities with different thinking patterns (OMG WHO KNEW). So HI, HELLO! Success absolutely can not, and should not, be defined by a singular set of rules! It is not an “if/ then” situation. There is no general formula to achieve success for all. It is not as black and white as what society and the media has framed it out to be. If you are feeling unsuccessful, chances are you’re doing just fine! You are right where you are meant to be at this moment in your life. There are many different levels of success and different ways you can be successful. Money, which is what the average person seems to associate success with, does not equal happiness and certainly does not equal success. Don’t get me wrong, money helps for sure in terms of stability, but that’s not the point.

Everyone has different purposes in this world. Different passions, different goals. Different ways to feel like a success. It’s exactly what makes us beautiful as a human race. And, I feel like we know that, all of us! But, we constantly catch ourselves comparing our quality of life to others as the sole dependant of all the wrong things. Because of this, you might even end up asking yourself questions like “do I make good money?” “I see people so happy with great jobs, should I be doing something else?” “Oh my, another engagement, they’re doing life right… shit I’m single AF.” Or, my personal favorite, “when their family goes to red lobster, their kids don’t even have to order off the KIDS MEAL?! Damn… they’re successful…”  According to the guy at the liquor store, there must be a doctor in that family huh? Maybe so, but maybe not.

Now please don’t take these “doctor” references the wrong way, I am simply using it as a symbol and referring back to my first story I began this with. There are so many amazing people who dedicate numerous years of their lives to become a doctor and go on to saving thousands of lives. Some will marry happily, some go on to have kids, and some will even achieve that true American dream by finalizing it with a dog named Max. And, I bet that’s exactly what makes them happy, that’s awesome! I’m by no means degrading that, but I am saying that lifestyle isn’t for everyone! It’s all good! Lets bring to light, that success is doing whatever makes us happy at the end of the day. Maybe someone else wants to backpack around the world and figure things out as they go, that’s amazing too! Maybe some have no idea what the heck they’re doing with their lives, that doesn’t mean they’re unsuccessful at all, they can take all the time they need! And maybe, just maybe, someone wants to be a self employed starving actress and run a blog in her own time while enjoying a nice glass of wine! Ohhhh that sounds nifty (*insert laugh here* because that was another poor attempt at a joke.)

To wrap all this up, stop giving a damn about societies thoughts on success. If you wake up to a new day, and you go through the day doing what you love to do to, you’re successful. If you can go to sleep at night, still breathing, you’re successful. If you’re surrounded by people who make you a genuinely happy person, then gosh darn it, you are SUCCESSFUL! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, get off of the internet and go make some money, stop wasting your time. Go make something of yourself. Jeez. (*Insert laugh and roaring applause* because that was my third and FINAL poor attempt at a joke.)

Thanks for reading if you made it all the way to the end, SUCCESS!

P.S. everyone please stop judging anchovies on pizza HAHA.

No but really…

Stevie <3

 

 

 

I’m a blogger now?

“Good shit, bad shit, funny shit, sad shit. Maybe I’ll inspire you, maybe I won’t. Perhaps I’ll talk about worldly matters, my daily adventures, my not so subtle obsession with aliens, OR (if you’re really lucky) I just might give insight on how to make the worlds best sandwich. Only time will tell. I guess you’ll only find out if you read. So sit back, grab a glass of wine (because there is a 100% chance I indulged in a hefty one while writing this) and enjoy. My name is Stevie Jackson. And I have shit to say”

“Hello, my name is Stevie Jackson and I guess I am a blogger now?

This morning I woke up refreshed, I said good morning to the birds (as one would) and enjoyed a lovely breakfast to the sweet sounds of the universe. What a beautiful morning.

That sounded nice didn’t it? Ok now real quick, let me give you the reality of that statement. I woke up at the Quality Inn somewhere in Ohio (as I am currently a traveling actress) to the sound of what I think was a bird fight outside my window. As I walked to the scene of this bird brawl, I noticed I only had 3 minutes left of continental breakfast that ended at 9am. Flustered, I ran down the stairs tripping only down 2 of them (this time) to retrieve my cinnamon oatmeal and mediocre apple. I then ate breakfast in the corner of the lobby next to an old couple arguing with the maid about their coffee having grinds in it (tragic). But it was indeed a beautiful morning, because it was at that moment, I decided to start this blog! That’s right folks, I woke up this morning a changed woman, a blogger.

So like… what is a blog anyway…? (I say to myself after making the well over $100 dollar purchase..) I then say “Siri- tell me everything I need to know about a blog”  and I think you could say I’m nothing short of an expert now. Branching off of that, I will now say that if you haven’t noticed, I have no idea what I’m doing. I always wonder where all my money goes…it used to all go to late night take out, boxed wine, fulfilling my starving artist lifestyle, and my crippling college debt. So why not add another thing huh? My bank account already hates me, ask me if I care. SO, Here I am with this new website and even though I don’t necessarily know what it is exactly that I’m doing, I hope you all will all follow me on this journey so I can share my ideas and adventures with you.

I’ll be writing about all kinds of stuff! I hope to make a difference in important matters through a light hearted approach and my own daily experiences. In fact, my first real post is already in the works. I want to thank everyone ahead of time. Please share, and stay tuned because I HAVE SHIT TO SAY!

Thank You!

Stevie