By the time you read this post, this blog, although technically still in existence, will cease to exist in my mind.
I will not be posting here again after my final scheduled post on December 31.
It has been an example of the person I used to be, a place to express my opinions, frustrations, anger and love and at times, the only way that people knew I was alive.
I have a new blog currently in creation, but I’m not publicly posting its name or URL here. Either you find me by your own devices (yes, use your brain and all the tools and technology that surround you) or you don’t.
I’ve learned that people who truly love you and respect you and what you do, will never let you go and will not stop trying to find you if they do lose touch for whatever reason.
I do believe in fate and destiny now to a point and I don’t believe in coincidence. Everything happens for a reason… even the shit stuff.
Yes, I will finish writing my prompts for the rest of the year, but I’m doing it for me and me alone for the last few days of 2017. And that’s how creativity should be.
Good morning everyone!
I had a sudden thought on Friday morning as I was on my walk before work:
Maybe I’m not Jack Crispy anymore.
And there you have it. I’m not.
As Taylor Swift says in her new song… “The old Taylor (Jack) can’t come to the phone right now…”
I’ve been Jack Crispy for the last four years and I don’t feel I’m him/her anymore.
I’m Jade Brischke.
Hence, at the end of the year when this subscription for my blog runs out, I’m not renewing it. That means that the content will still be available, but I’m debating whether to just blow that all away, or leave it. I have until December 23 of this year to decide.
I am making a fresh start and will be launching a new blog in the coming months. I’m not going to say much about it, but if you like what I currently write, you will like this too.
Thanks for being loyal and letting me know what you think etc.
And yes, I am making other plans in my life to go with this new idea… stay tuned!
Yesterday I received a very lovely email from my friend, Luke, after hearing about my visa news. I was surprised because he said how much he admires my bravery and adaptability for being able to live in Japan. Even more surprising was that he enjoys reading my blog posts and emails because I’m inspiring. That is the highest praise that anyone who writes can be given. Money is nothing in comparison.
So with that thought in mind, here is a tribute to some of my favorite memories of my friend, Luke.
- I know that we met in primary (elementary school for all you other people) school and one of my most vivid images is jumping on him, pinning him to one of the wooden seats in our big school shed and kissing him. I have no idea why because, A. I was six or seven years old and B. I wasn’t interested in him like that in the slightest. Maybe I was just doing it to be annoying… THAT I can understand.
- Luke was the friend that in Year 7 was obsessed with the X-Files and who wrote a story about spontaneous combustion. I remember my teacher laughing and me being confused and going home to ask my mum what that was (Google didn’t exist in those days).
- And of course, there was his brilliant idea to rope me into walking a donkey down the main street of town with him for a competition to promote his favorite radio station, Triple J.
- Another stand-out highlight was in Year 9 when he decided one day to liven up our English class by sticky-taping his face into various expressions. We thought it was hilarious, but not so much as our teacher who didn’t even try to be angry. Last time I saw her she fondly remembered the incident and couldn’t stop laughing. “His creativity knew no bounds,” she’d remarked. And that’s true, even today. He was also way smarter than any of us at school; light years ahead, in fact. We were still reading books about kid stuff, while he was devouring scientific journals on various diseases and subjects like quantum physics. Best of all, he actually UNDERSTOOD these.
- For years too we used to go horse riding together. We’d drive to his house in a tiny lane in our town and pick him up without fail every Saturday morning. Those were good times.
- Speaking of his house… the most impressive thing there was his cubbyhouse/treehouse that he’d built himself, complete with doorbell that he’d hooked up so you could ring to let him know you’d arrived. Genius.
- And who can forget ‘Dolly,’ the mannequin he and a friend had found at a nearby vacant lot? I certainly can’t. “Dolly, this is my dear friend,” he’d said, introducing her to me. This was followed by, “Dolly, don’t be rude! Look at her, don’t ignore her!” It didn’t seem to matter to him that Dolly didn’t have eyes (or a head) for that matter and was therefore, unable to do so. I remembering loosing my shit it was so funny and to this day my mum still reminds me of the story and can’t keep her composure.
- Then there was the year he designed a Christmas card for me with a penis in a Santa suit going down the chimney with a sack (no pun intended). Best Christmas card ever! I’d love to get that for Christmas… 😉
Luke, I haven’t seen you in years, but I don’t think either of us has changed who we are in essence. We’ve had many experiences and although neither of us is married (I think we made a pact to get married to each other if we were still single at 25 if my memory is correct???), I think that we’ve had more than an own fair share of adventure in this lifetime. And remember, it’s not over yet!
Before I post any other photos, I just wanted to explain something my friend Jon and I have decided to do. As I mentioned in the first post of this series, the aim is to get his writing out there and to get my photography out there. You are all familiar with my writing, so we’ve decided to only post my photos and his writing on this blog, with him promoting his own photos, but my writing on his blog. Make sense? 🙂
This is one of my favorite photos this year! I took it one night when I was out with a friend. It mixes my favorite subject: street art, along with people. I like how the man is blurred. It makes him both a subject and an object in the photo.
Good morning everyone!
Today, as I promised, is the launch of my new website/blog/business.
You can find it right here!
I won’t tell you anything else… you just need to go and visit for yourself.
Jack Crispy will still be here for those of you who are in a more thoughtful, self-reflective mood and want to read my thoughts on topics that you like too, but for those of you who are stressed and need some light relief, Positivity is Contagious is the place to go!
Let me know what you think via comments and please sign up to receive my latest posts and pass on the URL to anyone you think might be interested. Remember, Positivity is Contagious! 🙂
As most of you who read my blog are aware, I’ve been fairly stressed lately. About a week ago I woke up with this really heavy feeling that can only be described as like drinking a litre of water and then being busting to go to the toilet. Or perhaps a sexual ache that is only partly satisfied by having an orgasm. Anyway, a week passes and it was (and is still, a little bit) there.
It was driving me nuts. It was all I could think about. I convinced myself I had every medical problem known to man (or in this case, woman!) and Mr. Google didn’t help because it’s now so easy to self-diagnose. Eventually yesterday, it got to the point where I could stand it no longer and so I went to the women’s clinic to get it sorted out.
Without going into details, I have a perfectly healthy reproductive system. But… there is a condition known as pelvic congestion and it may be the answer I was looking for.
I found this yesterday and was particularly interested in the part where it says:
“Some pelvic congestion is perfectly healthy. For example, when women become sexually aroused, they experience some degree of pelvic congestion caused by an increase of blood flow to the vagina and vulva. This congestion, which is normal and temporary, is usually relieved by an orgasm. If a woman does not orgasm, the congestion slowly subsides.”
Do you remember just last week when I wrote about ‘Game of Thrones?’ It seems that having this song on repeat may have been a factor in making me more frustrated than I already was! I will admit (and many women say the same thing), that period time is often when women are most horny. About a week before mine I turn into a sexual monster who should be locked up for other men’s safety, not for my own. My male friends think this is hilarious when I tell them, but seriously, they don’t realize how incredibly uncomfortable it can be.
Adding to this, the fact that there is a sexual tension issue in my life with a certain someone who feels the same way is driving me to the point of insanity. Men always figure that it doesn’t matter who you sleep with, if you have an orgasm you’ll feel instantly better. Women would disagree. We are stimulated as much by the mental and emotional side as by the physical. In other words, I’m not going to be satisfied by anything or anyone other than the actual person.
Damn my hungry vagina.
As someone with a blog and therefore, a public platform to ‘name and shame’ people, I could technically drop a few here, but that would be both unprofessional and immature on my part. In other words, I might not be impressed with them, but I’m not a bitch. Human beings are a particularly critical species.Of course, some of this can be attributed to our nature, however, we cannot always shift the blame and need to take responsibility for how we think, act and feel towards both ourselves and others. Growing up I learned that letting others dictate how I felt about myself was the first step to a life of self-loathing. I was constantly being told by one man that I was either too skinny, too fat, had bad skin, was studying too much or that I wasn’t doing enough. Luckily I realized that it didn’t matter what I did, I would never please this person. It took many, many years before I could see that his words and actions spoke more about how he felt about himself, than it did about me. It took a long time for me to stop trying to please him. I was constantly disappointed, more with myself than with him because I gave him a second, third, fourth chance but to no avail. In the end I did the only possible thing I could do: I removed him from my life. It was perhaps one of the best things I could have done for my personal growth. I became strong, I learned to love myself and most importantly of all, I became a better person. The past few weeks I have come to see that a certain other person in my life is almost a reincarnation of this man. Just last night I heard the same words come out of his mouth. This time though I am strong enough and smart enough to know that none of it is true. In the past I might have felt sorry for someone who was obviously so uncomfortable and insecure in their own skin that they had to criticize others, but this time I know straight away what I have to do. In the words of Judge Judy, “Goodbye.”