#BellLetsTalk

So this isn’t a photography post. It’s a me post. Because why not? It’s pretty much Canadian Mental Health Day after-all.

I got dumped. 6 years and now it’s over. I couldn’t breath or think or accept it was happening. I begged and pleaded but nothing. Just nothing. So I called my parents to tell them the news. And this is why I writing — they were perfect.

My mom swore, said she was sorry and immediately asked if I wanted to come home. I did. When I got there, we talked and I cried and they consoled me and fed me and distracted me with all sorts of updates about family and friends and their world.

To add to the amazing response of my parents, my darling sister, who worked 7-7 that day, came over for the night and we all hung out and watched movies and just existed like the family we are.

It’s been 20 days now. I talk to my family more than I have in ages, sharing all sorts of babbling thoughts. I’m cheery, almost energetic. Because I have them. Because they’re there for me everyday. Everyone I’ve talked to, the few people I’ve told or have been told, has been exceptional.

What I’m trying to say is — find your support. Find those people in your life that will be there for you. You will hit bumps in the road but their support can carry you forward.

— KM

Gallery.

All photography by me.

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so I moved and then I moved again

from guelph, to guelph and now toronto! it’s been a busy 6 months but after 2 moves we are finally settled in our new home.

– KM

personal thought | on offending people

This past weekend I visited Guelph’s Print Expo that is a part of Kazoo Fest. There I picked up a few little prints including this gem from Stubbs Letterpress.

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I think this phrase tickled me because it can be taken in a number of different ways. The first I thought of is, “I will probably offend you, so get used to it. I have opinions that I will express and you should accept that.” Now that’s not typically how I feel and act, but it is a likely meaning.

My second idea suits me better, “I will probably offend you at some point”, meaning “somewhere along the line I will step on my own tongue and speak out of turn. It may offend you, I apologize.

This second thought is less likely the print-maker’s original idea, but it has me thinking.

As I have expressed before I can be an anxious person and this is mostly felt in social situations. I am terribly afraid that I may say something that could offend someone and so can seem quiet in conversation. After I warm up I will share my opinions and ideas but it takes a little while. Interestingly if I state an opinion and then realize that it wasn’t fully formed and that opinion has changed I feel awful. It’s a strange gut wrenching moment when I discover that a belief I carried and shared no longer applies.

I think this is something that happens as we shift and adapt as people, but it is spooky. And a little embarrassing to be caught with a half-formed opinion based on lazy research.

Anywhoo, thank you for reading my rambles and I promise we’ll be back to our regular programming later in the week * ;)

New Year, New Start

New Bloom

The first bloom of the new year.

I love this time of year!

Everyone has shed the stress of the previous year and is wonderfully optimistic about the months to come.

Ready, set, go!

Always, always …

Always, always backup your hard drive. – Me

In an unfortunate event, my laptop’s hard drive died last night. Along with it went two years of personal photographs and countless images and documents I’ve collected from the web. It is a difficult lesson but one I have now learned.

We can and will rebuild!

strange treasured object: #1 the Grecian brick

Does anyone have an unusual or uncharacteristic treasure object?

I have a few, including this brick from a highschool trip from Greece. I found it on a beach and have toted it from house to house for the last 8 years. A lovely little token from my first trans-Atlantic travels.

My beloved brick.

My beloved brick.

Something to share …

Something to share …

I’ve been feeling introspective today, so I thought it’d be nice to post something about myself to share.

I am an anxious person.

I’m still trying to figure out what that means and deciding how to proceed. But I absolutely certain that I am anxious a lot and that it has stalled my life from time to time.

Without speaking to a professional (i.e. I have no formal diagnosis), I think most of my troubles are related social anxiety, but there maybe be other facets too that I’ve yet to examine.

So, with that off my mind, click the link! It’s a lovely list of comics via Buzzfeed that attempt to capture the frustration of having an anxiety disorder. I enjoyed it, I hope you do too!

This is not vandalism.

This is not vandalism.

I live in a quirky city that loves its artists and their art. That includes graffiti. I personally love most of it, but I doubt I’m in the majority.

Text reads, “This is not vandalism, this is art. In a way.”