My night life is something I’ve never been shy about expressing. I like parties, and parties like me. Which is pretty weird, because for roughly half my life, I was extremely self-conscious and shy; making the prospect of a party something that instantly triggered a pang of strong anxiety. I wasn’t too happy about that part of myself because I genuinely admired most people (lol) and wanted to get to know them better.
Generally, I choose friends with a profound sense of humour. I love to laugh, but making me laugh is a herculean task at times – wait, hold on, I should probably explain that one. Three years ago I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety but had been symptomatic since my teenage years.
I am a dreamer. Always have been, always will be. While most of my dreams have been whimsical enough that they were best assigned to a short story or a fleeting bit of inner-eye-TV to pass the time, some have actually managed to be realistic – or at least, practical enough to function as legitimate business ventures. One such idea came to me while I was relishing in one of my favourite activities; creative cooking.