How transparency and respect can lead to a better balance between your relationships and career.

January 28, 2012 in Advice, Dating & Boys, Friends & Partying, Reflecting, Sex, Vanity

0013 How transparency and respect can lead to a better balance between your relationships and career. * heycheri sherilynn macale

If you’re new to my blog, you’ll notice that I don’t write my personal entries like I write the news. Here, I sort of rant and rant and rant until I, somehow, reach the hard point I want to make, but it’s the rambling journey there that is meant to beat my philosophies into your brain. Otherwise, my conclusion just doesn’t hit home as hard as I’d like.

So if you’re the type to skip directly to the end of an article just to get the TL;DR version, you probably shouldn’t be on my website.

If, however, you like to lay back with a hot cup of tea or coffee and a bit of good reading material, you will enjoy my bullshit. Also, if you like lots of randomly placed vanity photos, you will definitely enjoy my blog.

Just saying.

Respect and Relationships

When it comes to relationships (romantic or friendly), I really can’t involve myself with other people unless I genuinely respect them. Once I lose respect for someone — for whatever reason, really — I start to get annoyed with their minor flaws, and it reflects in the way that I treat them.

I know.
It’s terrible.

I’ve even come up with different excuses for my appalling behavior like, “People are dumb,” and “I’m surrounded by idiots,” etc. — but because I am something of a “public figure” online and am therefore exposing myself to dumbasses on a frighteningly regular basis, I’ve learned to simply excuse people for being morons and coexist peacefully alongside these dinosaurs. Not that I’m saying everyone is stupid, but you get what I mean.

I will admit, however, that before hitting the ripe age of 21 or so, I was still something of an immature idiot myself (more-so than I am now, anyway, with years of “stupid” behind me). Unsurprisingly, no one — especially not me — is perfect. And as awesome as everyone’s teachers, parents, or mentors probably are, it takes one really secure and independent person to preach the idea of being allowed to fuck up and fuck up often, something the elders of my youth managed to skip in their life-coaching. The important lesson to learn after that, of course, is that it’s how we change and what we do after we’ve made our mistakes that determines who we are.

Different people respect each other for different reasons, of course. But personally, I’ve found that the values I hold highest in myself are the same values that I look for in my partners or relationships.

For example, for me, the people who I find most attractive and who I am most likely to respect are those who are ambitious, understand the difference between emotions and logic, and have enough real-world experience to hold their own in several different types of situations. I also respect people who aren’t afraid to laugh at themselves, who don’t lash out at others needlessly, and who are more focused on self-improvement and self-maintenance than they are on everyone else’s shortcomings. I respect the sort of people who know how to “exist”, be who they are without shame, and live their lives without impeding on the happiness of others. I respect the sort of people who don’t necessarily need external validation in order to feel successful, and who, instead, lead by example. I respect people who have a natural curiosity for life and who understand that every day is an opportunity for growth.

In other words, I respect myself.
And likewise, I can only respect those with this same ambitious mindset (whether they are friends or romantic partners).

Okay. So be yourself or something, right?

I am the sort of person who often preaches transparency. I’m very much all about “being yourself” and embracing everything there is about what makes you who you are, what makes you unique, and even what makes you kind of crazy. I respect those who aren’t ashamed to be a little off-color, and definitely don’t feel comfortable around nor trust someone who is too “buttoned up”. There’s a falseness in being too corporate that I just can’t relate to, and it is those who often expose their flaws or mistakes that I find myself most empathizing with.

This explains why you will often hear me ranting on my blog when I’ve done something really dumb. Being the sort of person who enjoys leading by example, I often embrace my own failures by using myself as a case study for “what not to do”, both with the intent to help other people, and also to improve myself (or just to joke around, really, because it’s always healthy to be able to laugh at our own mistakes).

After all, isn’t everyone going through the same sort of dumb nonsense anyways? Aren’t we all doing the same stupid things? And on that same note, should the dumb things we do even matter when we’re only showing positive results?

Distracting animated picture incoming:

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Of course, this same mindset goes for brands and companies.

Young millenials who’ve both been online for a while, and even those just beginning to expose themselves to the Internet — they (or we, really, as I am counted among them) are stepping into a world where freedom of speech is encouraged, transparency is obvious through a simple Google search, and social media reigns supreme when it comes to real time feedback from brands, companies and people.

Understanding this, it becomes obvious why transparency in the both the corporate and personal world is suddenly encouraged. For an audience to understand or even root for a company or individual, they must first realize where that brand or individual comes from in order to first enable the potential for empathy.

Not to mention: Would you rather be the repentant source of your own shame, or allow others to uncover it as if it’s some terrible scandal meant to be hidden away? Rather than hiding the things that we’re ashamed of or pretending to be these buttoned-up and false likenesses of who we aspire to be, we are better off admitting where we are now, pointing out what sort of goals we’re reaching towards, and learning from both the failures and successes of our past. Only then can we proceed.

There is a bright side to complete transparency, of course.
I wouldn’t encourage you to be your crazy self if there wasn’t some sort of reward in it for you.

The silver lining: By publicly acknowledging our mistakes and being completely transparent about what we are doing to improve or where we plan to be, others who happen to be in the same situation or understand our ambitious journey will be more inclined to show up at our door. It’s a sort of “ask and you will receive” mentality. By being vocal and transparent about where we’ve been, where we are, and where we want to go, those who understand what we’ve been through and have the means or resources to give us what we want (while also receiving something beneficial in return, of course) will be naturally attracted to us.

I say this from personal experience, obviously.

Unfortunately, there are several downsides to success through partnerships.

The more well-known and well-connected we become means the more open to public criticism we will be, and the more often we will find ourselves forced to apologize for shit that, in the big picture or longterm idea, really should not matter. It’s the reason that public figures or large corporations often make these huge, press-covered announcements in order to apologize for the stupid things they’ve fumbled over so they can, instead, focus on improving in the future.

Everything is iteration.
Not even Apple products are completely perfect.

Like everyone else, I’ve made my mistakes in the past and have been completely transparent with those blunders on several occasions. I’ve made my peace with the dumb things I’ve done and have been very public about my own shortcomings, which is why when someone tries to shortchange me for something stupid I did five years ago, I can’t help but think, “Ah, my mistake — I thought it was 2012.”

Ex-boyfriends, online stalkers, hater-ass bitches, etc — the longer you’re alive, the more trolls you will accumulate who will stop at nothing to dredge up some kind of dirt on you in order to make your otherwise amazingly impressive journey seem like absolute bullshit. Sometimes, people see something good in the world and don’t understand why it exists — and so they do their best to snip that thing out of existence.

Realizing this, the most you can really do is continue to live your life in the face of these odds. Continue to be yourself. Continue to do what makes you happy and improve yourself only in the ways that you know are in the interest of self-preservation, or will otherwise be mutually beneficial. Otherwise, what’s the point? You aren’t living your life to make other people happy, are you?

Furthermore, if huge companies can both understand and execute this line of thinking, why can’t we, in our personal lives, do the same?

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On Self Preservation and Mutually Beneficial Relationships

I don’t hang out with people I don’t like, and I keep the rest of my relationships with other people in the “purely business” category. At least in a business relationship, we understand that it’s a mutually beneficial partnership where we both respect one another for simply being able to do our jobs, and do them extremely well.

Ambition, however, always seems to has a leg-up on the rest of my personal interests. For example, I’ve been able to observe that in my life, “purely business” relationships have been the most beneficial to my overall health and sanity. Then, just for some variety, a sprinkle of romance and a pinch of friendship come in second and third.

This is because I happen to be a very goal-driven individual. This is evidenced by the fact that most of the decisions I make are done with either self-preservation or mutual benefit in mind. In fact, I’m pretty sure most humans live like this, unless they’re a complete masochist or are secretly a super hero. Then there’s charity and religion and politics, of course.

But shit. Even on airplanes, passengers are directed to equip themselves with an oxygen mask first before attempting to assist other passengers. Darwinism at its finest: Only the strongest survive. And in order to ensure that the weaklings survive as well, only the strongest should continue to lead.

Besides. In most cases, mutually beneficial relationships are the most profitable and rewarding for everyone – this is simply how life works. So as long as we’re not hurting anyone in our quest for self-preservation, and what little interaction we do have with other people is mutually beneficial, then damn — wouldn’t everyone be happy?!

I told you I ramble.

Anyway, what do I know? I’m just some idealistic and crazy writer. My exact recipe for happiness when balancing relationships and careers may not be the case for everyone else. … Although it sure seems to work out well for me. ;P

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One Enlightening Phone Call

As it turns out, we all have different things we crave on a day to day basis. Observe, for example, the following conversation I had on the phone last night with a friend of mine in Southern California who I will refer to from this point on as “SoCal” for anonymity’s sake.

The call happened while I was in the middle of some evening chores. Last night, I suddenly had this massive, crackhead-like urge to just clean everything in my room. It’s like that scene in Limitless with Brad Cooper (great movie, by the way) where he realizes he lives in a pig sty and, as a result, ends up giving his tiny apartment a complete makeover. I donned a pair of baby blue rubber gloves, grabbed some disinfectant wipes and a few rags, and got to work.

While cleaning, I received a text from SoCal saying, “What are you doing?” And, instead of texting back, I rang him up and set my phone on speaker so I could continue to talk and clean with my hands free.

After SoCal’s cautious “Hello?” I playfully began to scold him.”I thought I said call me, not text me?” I joked with him while scrubbing down my dirty restroom sink with a lemon scented wipe.
He laughed nervously, then choked out (surprisingly clearly over speaker), “I didn’t want to interrupt you if you were on some hot date.”
I rolled my eyes with a smile, sensing the teasing tone in his voice before whipping back, “Oh, shut up.”

Conversation quickly flowed from there. SoCal’s just one of those people who I can actually talk to, though I’m assuming it’s because he lives so far away. Our conversations are seriously epic sometimes. And I hate to use that word (“epic”) unless needed, but no joke, we talk about some deep shit. Books, technology, government conspiracies, aliens, health, general lifestyle, dating, food, cooking, music, sports and hobbies — whatever.

In the midst of our rambling, I stopped him to ask, “Wait, I have a question.”
“Yeah?”
“Humor me.” I prep him. “What are the three things in life that you think about all day?”
“Huh? Like, in general or just right now?”
“Like, the three things you just find yourself craving or thinking about constantly in general. And be honest.”
“Uh, why do you want to know?” He seems cautious.
“I’m just curious to see if your top three is anything like mine.” I reassure him, hoping that he’s used to my naturally inquisitive nature by now. “I’m wondering whether every human being’s top three cravings are the exact same, or whether it varies per individual.” I’ve paused my cleaning to sit on the top of my now-sparkling clean toilet (lid down, of course), waiting to hear his answers with genuine wonder.
“Okay, well.” He laughs a little nervously before squeaking out, “Sex, I guess.”
“Me too!” I chime in, not allowing the awkward silence to settle. “That’s like, the number one thing I’m sitting around thinking about all day!” I’m laughing, and he’s laughing as well, easing up after realizing that I’m probably not going to judge him for whatever else comes next.
“Okay, and my career, like, my job.” He sounds more confident with this answer, loosening up while we talk.
“Yes! Same!” Two for two, I’m thinking, practically crossing my fingers in the hopes that our third craving coincides, wanting to pat myself on the back for being a genius.
“This last one probably isn’t going to be the same as yours,” he teases.
Annoyed, “Oh my god, just tell me.”
“Okay — I’m always craving working out. Like, just physical exertion. That sort of thing.” Shit.
“Damn it.” I curse in defeat. “Yeah, I’m a fat ass. Your third craving is all about health and working out. Mine is food.” We both burst out laughing, me feeling completely embarrassed while, I’m sure, he’s sitting there enjoying himself after my humiliating admission.

Then, after conversation recovers from the childish giggling, we managed to agree on the two basic human needs we both believe has the potential to “complete” every human being:

Relationships and Careers

If a caveman can understand these basic needs based on instinct alone — for example, the male’s need to bang combined with the need to hunt and provide, and the female’s need to gather for the nest while being a healthy, optimal and selective mate, and the general human and survival-based need to operate within a clan/herd/whatever — why can’t modern man transparently admit the same in a mature and openly discussed way, and in a manner that encourages both respect of self and of others?

Here’s my guess: In civilized society, the points of relationships versus the point of careers have been made to exist on opposite ends of the “happiness” spectrum. What I mean is, the positive pleasures we derive from both of these needs are very separate and rewarding in different ways, and so society has managed to try and push the two apart in terms of what is acceptable and what is not.

I’m assuming that this comes after years of experience where sex or friendships mingled with one’s career-life has managed to fuck up one or the other in terms of self-preservation and personal health or sanity. Which means that in order to enjoy our relationships and our careers, history proves that we simply need to prioritize and allocate our time between the two basic cravings when appropriate. Heavily leaning towards one end of the spectrum and neglecting the other sounds like a recipe for unhappiness, so it’s important that we find some sort of balance.

I could be wrong, of course.
But this line of thinking seems to work for me, so I’m going to assume it will probably work for you as well.

Also, wow — I applaud you for getting this far into my writing. Really, I do. I must make no sense at all sometimes.

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How to balance your career with your relationships.

To tie it all back in, understand first that when it comes to sex, friendships, relationships and careers, none of these things are as enjoyable as they could be without respect for the people you are involved with. For me, if I don’t respect the people I engage with in my relationships, I inevitably begin to start to losing respect for myself simply because I knowingly continue to associate with people who drive me insane. And in the interest of self preservation, that just sounds completely unhealthy!

It’s like that cranky Major Manchek moment in The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton (details on my Tumblr if you have no idea what I’m talking about) — It’s a moment where you feel like you’re the only person who “gets it”, while everyone else is just annoyingly ignorant. And in order to stay mentally sane, your only option is to either blow up like a primitive monkey, or simply extract yourself from the situation. Though again, that’s just me. Self-preserving, mutually-beneficial-preaching me. I think my last entry had something to do with self preservation as well?

For me, when it comes to careers and relationships, being able to respect the people I’m around usually leaves me feeling pumped and excited for the next day. It’s energizing to be around so many ambitious people who are passionate about their work or their hobbies — positive feelings are contagious. Seriously. It’s science.

However …

Don’t expect everyone else to prioritize effectively.

I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of becoming acquainted with several people who still react on impulse when things don’t seem to be going exactly as they planned, and it’s never been something that I enjoy watching nor experiencing. A lot of people I’ve met are pretty “hot on the trigger” when it comes to reacting in a negative way, and it’s only by distancing myself completely from these people that I manage to not let their psychotic outbursts affect me.

In situations like those, I often find myself thinking, “Please grow up.” To acknowledge that someone lacks basic human discipline is … Well. How in the hell can you respect someone who hasn’t bothered to mature? If they’re happy with that, more power to them. But that doesn’t mean I’m forced to stick around and let their views pollute my own values — I’d rather step away where I’m free to practice my own beliefs safely out of irritation’s way. At least then, it keeps me from snapping at someone during a moment of weakness.

*By the way, watch this video clip of Christopher Hutchins discussing the idea of free speech, and our rights to it. http://youtu.be/jyoOfRog1EM

It’s funny. Having spent nearly 25 years alive now, I start to quickly recognize when I can feel myself boiling up out of anger or irritation. I know exactly what I’ll do during a sudden negative outburst, and it is that side of me, that facet of my personality that I’ve come to dislike. I’ve also come to recognize that this side of me only shows itself when provoked by annoying people to the point of breaking. It’s pathetic, really. Especially when I realize how, if left alone, I probably would have felt completely content.

Unfortunately, this is life. We can’t avoid other people completely. And in our quest to try and surround ourselves only with the people we respect and admire, we are bound to attract a few vultures eager to leech off of our happiness, or stumble onto large camps of “dumbass”.

The goal here is not to eliminate the vultures or cure the “dumb”.
You’ll never be rid of vultures or dumbasses.

Instead, recognize the vultures and dumb people as another card in the game that you simply need to learn how to play. Tadaa. I’m sure I have some entry back somewhere in my blog about how I’ve managed to use my reputation and connections as a springboard for every opportunity I’ve taken, but woah. This entry is getting way too long, and I’m almost positive that most of you don’t have the kind of time needed to read this thing in one sitting.

So let’s wrap it up.

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What it all boils down to is …

In the interest of evolution, it’s important that we work hand in hand with our fellow soul-sucking human beings, even when these people sometimes want nothing more than to see us fail. Definitely strive to surround yourself with people who you respect, but also learn to coexist with idiots — you were pretty stupid too at one point. We don’t all start off as diamonds, you little hunks of charcoal, you.

In fact, I suggest exposing yourself regularly to the pains of judgement and criticism. Your constant and unabashed transparency will make your faults feel less like flaws, and more like opportunities to improve — just like a company inviting its target demographic to offer feedback on how better to refine its services.

I hear people complain all the time about things not being exactly how they want it to be, and it is these people that I absolutely loathe. We were all dealt some pretty shitty hands, some more shitty than others. But you need to play the cards you’ve been given because shit, that’s all you have! Lay your cards on the table and say, “Yeah, I’m one King short of a Royal Flush, but fuck it. I’m still in the game.”

Be transparent about where you excel, where you’ve failed, what you’re doing to improve, and where you want to go — respect comes to those who earn it.

I preach transparency in relationships, for companies, for people, for brands — for everything, really. When something is revealed to be simply what it is, what else can you do but work with what you’re given? This isn’t alchemy. We’re not instantly turning wood into gold, and we definitely can’t just magically make a bad situation a good one — we need to work with what we’re given, constantly iterate on ourselves and our output, and stop getting distracted by the dumb, shiny shit on the side. Leap over your obstacles and and continue to do your thing.

Embrace your failures. Laugh more. Shrug more often. Smile at people you don’t know. Respect yourself, and surround yourself with the people who you respect in turn. Take those under your wing who you see a little of yourself in. Understand the difference between love and lust, priorities and pleasures. Indulge often in your basic human needs, but stay balanced. Be the change you want to see in the world, and stop worrying about everyone else. Don’t try to change other people, and don’t worry about what everyone else has going on. You’re not shitting out what they’re eating and vice versa and blah, blah, blah — I say this same bullshit all the time, but seriously you guys — You hold the reins to your life, and you control what direction your life is heading. Try not to run over anyone on the way, but be sure to take a few cool-ass passengers along for the ride.

As always,
XOXO Cheri XOXO

Why going out alone is freaking awesome!

November 13, 2011 in Adventures, Friends & Partying

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I really hate jinxing myself, but I am having such a fantastic weekend. And last night was seriously so crazy and amazing that it’s left me wondering why I’ve been so hesitant to go out and do things outside of my apartment!

My problem has always been hanging out with people who like to go to these ridiculous, clubby-type environments — it’s just not my style. I’m from this tiny, local-pub filled town called Stockton, so I dig things that are more low key and conversation-having enabled.

Last night, determined to do things my own way, I decided to go out alone. I spent some time curling my hair, getting my makeup exactly how I wanted, and throwing on a chill outfit while spritzing on my own smell-good cocktail. Then it was out the door.

On befriending tipsy strangers

While listening to a few Spotify playlists on the way to catch the train, I notice a group of five dudes drinking out of these precarious-looking blue cups, huddled at my stop and waiting for the same bus line. They’re staring at me, which is always awkward (and almost kinda creepy), so to break the tension, I smile, wave, and introduce myself.

“Where are you headed?” One guy asks.
“Nowhere, really. I was thinking about just trying a beer I’ve never had before at every bar I end up in,” I reply.
“That sounds fun. Who are you going with?”
“No one.” I say, very matter-of-factly.
“Seriously? Are you meeting someone there?” They seem surprised.
“Nope!” I’m smiling.
“Sooo, you’re just going all by yourself?”
“Pretty much.”

The group seems shocked by this idea, then of course insists that they tag along with me, citing how I’ll need protection from the creepy guys I could potentially run into at the bar, and joking that I’m obviously a very lucky girl to have run into such a nice group of dudes. Lol.

After a whole lot of laughing and dicking around, I find out that two of the guys in this group are also from Stockton (small world!), one of which is getting married on Saturday and is actually the reason they’re all out drinking. The three of us Stocktonians bond instantly, and after being offered a sip from one of their blue cups (supposedly some kind of Vodka mix), I politely decline, noting the fact that I’m not in the mood to get roofied by strangers. They high-five me, praising my paranoid Stockton mentality (it’s a pretty dangerous city, ha) and offer to get me my first beer at whatever bar I’m headed to instead.

Score!

I should have done this ages ago!

If you’re wondering where I went, it was basically a bunch of places in the Lower Haight area of San Francisco. Haight Street is pretty much covered in shittons of dive-bar situations, so it’s like, if you’re not exactly digging one scene, you can just bounce on out to the next.

Some of the dive-bars I visited:

  • Noc Noc – This neon-lights filled dive bar with tons of dudes in plaid shirts and several frumpy women. Lol. Cool reggae music, interesting furniture, and a shitload of strangely-named beers that I’ve never heard of before.
  • That one place next to Noc Noc – Oh man, what’s this place called? I could look at a map, but I’m lazy sooo … Yeah. Not gonna happen. But this place basically has a ton of beers from all over the world ranging in taste variations, and all really awesome. It’s a little bright in here and they don’t serve liquor (it’s a beer-only bar), but it’s pretty cool if you’re already drunk.
  • Mad Dog In The Fog – Always a favorite, and right across the street from that one place next to Noc Noc (ha). Dimly lit, awesome booths for large groups of friends, and never a waiting line for the restroom. There were seven of us in total by the time we ended up here, so it was fun to sit around talking loudly and drunkenly, poking fun at each other and laughing our asses off.

I ended up trying, like, four different kinds of beers, all of which were bomb-tastic, and all while making new friends, running into old ones, and having a generally fantastic and drunken time. I’m pretty sure we hit up another bar, but man — it’s a blur, and checking in on Foursquare totally slipped my mind or I’d be looking at my check-in history right now for reference. And yes, I was totally wasted by the end of it all, but it was ridiculously fun. You have no idea.

Also, no. I didn’t pay for any of my drinks yesterday. And yes, I love my life.

Feeling totally freed

It’s such a crazy experience doing things solo. I had an amazing time not having to worry about anyone but myself, getting to make my own decisions about where I want to go, when I want to do it, and not having to babysit anyone’s feelings — it’s the best. I highly recommend this for people who don’t necessarily hate everyone, but definitely dislike the majority of their current social circle.

Here’s what I’ve noticed: Activities I’ve usually found unpleasant while with friends or in large groups have ended up being incredibly enjoyable when done alone. This has been the case for me with several experiences, not simply limited to bar-hopping and drinking. I’m a very social person by nature, but I just have such particular tastes that being around the same group of people for long periods of time starts to grate on my nerves.

After last night’s very-positive experience, however, I’ve made the decision to take even more control of my life than I already do, and just do whatever-the-fuck I want without worrying about everyone else. I can’t please everyone, right? Life is way too short to go through it living for everyone else — I refuse to continue this way.

This morning, for example, I took myself to this breakfast-all-the-time place called Kate’s Kitchen and ordered the most bomb breakfast plate ever: 2 poached eggs, 2 ridiculously large sausage patties, one ginormous biscuit, home-style fries, and a cup of hot coffee. Toppings included fresh blueberry jam, butter and Tapatio sauce for my eggs. Mmm!

… Actually, that sounds pretty good right now.

Off to heat up this box of leftovers and play some video games,
XOXO Cheri XOXO

PS! I should probably note that I don’t actually “hate” my friends. :) I love my friends! They’re just into some things that I don’t personally dig, and I seriously dislike the feeling of obligation that comes with having to do everything that they want to do, versus making my own choices.

Going solo, I can be completely selfish with my decisions. I prefer being alone! Strange concept, but that’s me. No one’s going to die by not being invited to hang out with me, and not having to sit through my company. :P

Adventures in losing important shit all the goddamn time.

October 18, 2011 in Adventures, Dating & Boys, Friends & Partying, Funny

This is why I don’t have nice things. I lost my iPhone 4 over the weekend when my geeky self decided to see what it’s like to leave the safety of my apartment and venture into the outside world. San Francisco is a busy city, after all. Tons of new food to try, tons of people to meet, tons of venues and activities to explore — I spend so much of my time both professionally and personally just curled up in front of my computer that I often forget what it’s like to socialize with real people outside of a glowing, backlit monitor.

Which is why when I actually do decide to get away from home, my cellphone becomes sort of that “portable computer” that I use to get my tech fix during travel. … If you can consider bus-rides back and forth through a 7×7-miles-wide city to be “travel”.

As bad as this probably sounds — though I’m sure many of you can relate — my cellphone was basically my main connection to the outside world. It’s one of the only mediums for me to hear the real voices of my friends, set up weekend plans and schedule last-minute meet ups when I suddenly find myself out of things to do. Now that I don’t have my phone, it’s like, what else do I have? Email? Twitter? Facebook? Social media is fantastic for socializing, yes, but dude. Being without a phone has been really freaking tough.

How I actually lost my phone.

Okay, so this is a long story.
Get ready.

In my previous entry, I mentioned that my roomies had invited me out to go drinking with them. And because I’m usually something of an anti-social workaholic hermit, I agreed. I can’t be a pasty albino do-nothing forever, right? So I get all dolled up, throw on the cutest outfit ever, and leave my apartment with this idea in my head that I’m going to actually try and socialize, be nice to people, and possibly even dance without complaining that guys at bars are sleazy and disgusting.

We get to this club called Infusion Lounge after I cough up $25 for a parking spot since I’m the only fucking person with money around here. Which is fine. Whatever. I never spend my shit anyway, and it’s the least I can do since I never contribute to kitchen chores (even though I never use the fucking kitchen, so why are people complaining? — I GrubHub everything).

We make it through the Guest List line, and it turns out that both of my roomies have no money to pay for the half-off cover charge. Great. I grit-smile my way through excuses that they’ll both pay me back later — which still hasn’t happened, by the way — and cough up another $30 to get us all in. Fantastic.

I order myself a shot of Patron Silver shaken with lime and salt, and the bartender hands me a chilled shot of tequila. I’m like, dude. I said shaken. He’s like, listen, it’s cold.

I. Fucking. Hate. When. Bartenders. Fucking. Do that. I’m paying for the drink, so that means I’m supposed to get it the way I want it. Fuck everyone who disagrees.

IDGAF if you think I’m just being picky — there is a difference between a shaken shot and a chilled shot. And the difference is, shaken shots have little flecks of chipped ice throughout them and go down much smoother than simply “cold” alcohol. Seriously, it’s true. Ask for one next time and you will wonder why you never got your shots shaken before, and realize just how fucking lazy some bartenders really are.

But whatever.
That’s why people like me have blogs to complain in. If we complained in real life, we’d make people feel like ass-hats since we use this thing during arguments called “common sense”. So again, whatever.

I’m a nice person, so I tipped him anyway, ordered a Vodka Redbull to sip on, tipped him again since I obey the unwritten dollar-tip-per-drink rule, licked my hand, shook the damn salt on it, licked the salt off, downed my shot, clenched the lime in my teeth and took off to enjoy my damn night.

Fortunately, it gets more interesting.

The first thing that happens is one of my roomies starts complaining that her shoes suck and her feet hurt. Which is fine — I’m not knocking her for that. I’ve totally been there. So I steer her into a less-populated area of the venue where we can just drink, kinda wiggle our butts as if we’re dancing, and chill. I remark that everyone seems rather well-dressed, but that I haven’t seen any cute guys yet. She points off into the distance, saying that she sees a few cuties. And because I’m blind and near-sighted, I have no idea who the hell she’s talking about.

As if being summoned, the cute guys come our way.
The one with the huge muscles — you know I love muscles — starts talking to me, and I’m basically like, not hearing a word he’s saying because I asked him if I could squeeze his bicep, and when he said yes I was like, holy shit. This thing is fucking rock-solid and huge. And I’m like, “You have to feel this!” Making my roomie grab it, at which point we’re all laughing and the alcohol is kicking in, and we all move to the dance floor to just have a good time and get crazy.

Eventually the guy is like, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
I’m all, “No, of course not.”
“Good.” He says, smiling at me and trying to get closer.
“Do you?” I ask, kind of jokingly because hello, of course he doesn’t.
He hesitates, then, “… Yeah.” Suddenly looking seriously ashamed.
Wowwww. “You’re kidding, right?” I’m standing there in disbelief while he shakes his head, confirming that he does, indeed have a significant other. “Why are you even talking to me?” I ask.

He then goes onto state very sincerely that he finds me so attractive, and blah-dee-blah, and that he had no intention of meeting anyone while he was out, but that he couldn’t help himself when he saw me and ugggh — whatever. I’d like to pretend that I’m the hottest girl on the planet or something and that I somehow just magically attract guys that have girlfriends to me for some reason, but the truth is, most guys are just scumbags.

But again, I’m a nice person, so I thank him politely for the dance, tell him it was nice meeting him, then whisper into my roomie’s ear that I need to get away from this dude. We take off together.

She excuses herself to the restroom and I’m making my way back towards coat check when some shy-looking and hunched over Asian guy (read: not my type at all) stops me by putting a hand gently on my arm.

“Yeah?” I smile at him.
“Would you like a drink?” He asks quietly, and as if ready for rejection.

Take one for the team.

I debate for a minute in my head because, meh. I’m not really in the mood at this point and he’s not really my type. But then I realize he has a VIP table, my roomie’s feet are hurting, and that if I get a drink from this dude, I can probably get her a place to sit down. Bingo. Again, I’m a nice person. Let’s all document me taking one for the team. … Although frankly, the dude was decently dressed, humble, and was offering me a free drink at a VIP table, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.

“Yeah, sure.” I say, letting him mix up some Vodka/Orange/Grey Goose thing for me. So I’m sipping on that and when my roomie comes back, I’m like, “Dude! Sit down, sit down.” And so we’re all sitting, drinking, laughing, and the guy is introducing us to his friends and blah-dee-blah — same old boring club bullshit. You know the drill.

Eventually he’s like, “You need to dance with me.” And in my head I’m thinking, yeah, that sounds fair. He did get me a drink and he seems nice enough. So I agree, and while we’re making our way to the dance floor, he puts my arms around his stomach (I’m behind him) and I’m like … Holy shit? This guy has an 8 pack. Like, I’m not even kidding. Fucking ripped. I would know because I was totally groping his abdomen at this point trying to decide if what I was feeling was real, or if I was just wasted.

I admit that I freaked. I geek out for muscles like I geek out for new social media tools or fun video games or shit that’s sparkly and pink. I have never seen or felt an eight-pack (probably not even spelling that right) in person in my life. Like, my boyfriends have always been pretty fit guys, but dude. This was insane. Who knew mild-mannered Asian dudes could have such hot freaking bods?!

** Note: Before you go thinking that I’m some shallow bitch who only likes guys with muscles and doesn’t dig Asian dudes or something, let me just say that fuck you, I’m allowed to be attracted to who I want, and that I’ve dated plenty of less-attractive people in my day. And also, my first boyfriend was a shy Asian dude who was way-too-reserved for his own good and told me he loved me within a week of going out with me. Uhh … No. From that point on, I stopped liking Asian guys. **

Anyway, my mood picks up at this point and we’re on the floor dancing. My roomie pops up and we’re just being silly, having fun, drinking, blahblah. And after a while I’m like, okay, that was fun, I’m gonna go now. And he’s like, wait wait, let me get your number. So I’m like, let me just take yours, and I’m feeling through my purse for my phone and …

Well.
You guessed it.
It’s gone.

And this is why I should never leave my apartment and have a life. Because seriously, how many times is this in the span of a year, now? That’s like, three or four times that I’ve lost important valuables. Wow.

Yes, you may make fun of me, you fucking assholes. I know you want to.

427151513 Adventures in losing important shit all the goddamn time. * heycheri sherilynn macale

The bad part about losing my phone

I think of all the numbers I’ve lost and all of the people I won’t be able to get ahold of now that I have no cellphone. I think of how my mom is probably freaking out because she can’t reach me, or how various phone-meetings I’ve already set up will now be written off or dismissed due to the fact that my number is out of service. I think about that cute guy I’ve been wanting to text, and how I don’t have his number saved anywhere else and really just have no way of getting in touch with him because we promised each other we wouldn’t add one another on Facebook — Blaargh!

And what about Foursquare? I can’t check into every new venue I visit. How will I ever pass up Ben Parr of Mashable?! Arrgh! And Twitter, Facebook, etc — the idea of being unable to update the Universe of where I am during every second of my day just sounds ridiculous. Not to mention, I have no idea where anything is anymore because I don’t have some handy little portable device to point out where I am on a map.

Just last night, I was supposed to meet up with someone at this park that I’ve never been to. Because I had no cellphone, I ended up Google Mapping the directions and sort of psyching myself out because, hello — it’s a park in the middle of the night in an area I’m not familiar with, and without mobile GPS, I have no way to tell if I’m in the right spot or even if I’m going to be arriving at that place at the right time, or even if I’m going to get kidnapped and raped because I’m in the middle of freaking nowhere and some caveman can club me on the head and throw me over his shoulder, run off with me and ahhhhh!!

I ended up leaving a bunch of information with a girlfriend of mine (thanks Rachel Lara) just in case I never resurfaced again. My parents would be proud. The years of sheltering they’ve put me through has made me sufficiently paranoid.

The positives of cellphone loss

On the upside, there were several people in my phone who I really just didn’t have the heart to tell off, and now that I’ve lost my mobile, it’s like … Well. In the words of Aaron Karo, “Phase out complete.” Now I don’t have to worry about being nice to that guy who I really wasn’t into, but was still politely texting because I didn’t want him to feel bad. Eep.

Also, I’ve noticed that I’ve become surprisingly better at memorizing maps and street names. In fact, without a cellphone, I’m actually paying attention to my surroundings rather than watching the little blue dot slowly creep across my Google Maps GPS. I can definitely tell you when the N Judah reaches 9th and Irving Street, for example — not that anyone ever actually hangs out at 9th and Irving in San Francisco, but hey. That takes skill.

Then there’s the fact that I’m not constantly feeling the urge to check my phone every two seconds. It’s like a stress has been lifted that I didn’t even know existed. Plus, now I’ll never have the urge to drunkenly text that guy I’ve been meaning to avoid, or post ridiculous things on Twitter while I’m out making a fool of myself with my friends.

All of these are fantastic things.

Sigh.

All in all, I’m not too upset that I’ve lost my phone. I kinda like being disconnected from people, apart from the fact that I’ve missed several important phone calls and have been receiving distressed emails and messages from those trying to get ahold of me. Also, whatever — this gives me an excuse to pick up the new iPhone 4S, right?

In fact, I may even change my number. I’ve sort of had the same one since I was like, 16 or something. It’ll be nice to lose all the stalkers who hit me up on the daily, or those annoying texts from “friends” back in Stockton who all sell drugs and have me on some mass-message texting list for “potential buyers” or something. Ugh.

So before I leave, let me first address some of the things you might be thinking … No, I don’t normally go out and feel up the muscles of strangers or dance with random guys. In fact, this is all just my attempt to try and get out of my apartment more, do things with my life, and stop lazing around my room doing nothing but work and keep to myself all day.

Also, if you still think I’m shallow, fuck you — if some hot dude with muscles started hitting on you, you’d probably ask to feel his biceps too. And for the dudes out there, if you were out with your friends trying to have a good time and some chick with huge tits let you feel her boobs, you would also probably be down. … Unless you’re gay. Or have a girlfriend. Or are boring. Or haven’t had enough to drink yet. So get over it.

And uh …
Yeah.
I’m exhausted right now. And probably coming off really aggressive, but … Man! I just really want my phone again.

Off to do things,
XOXO Cheri XOXO

PS. I forgot to mention that before entering Infusion Lounge that night, these style scouts from Charlotte Russe stopped me to freak out over my outfit and photograph basically everything I was wearing. Needless to say, I am one stylish bitch.

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