by Margaret Berg
Life as we know it changes every second of every day, moment to moment, breath to breath. This is the one consistency about life: change. I wouldn’t have the audacity to say that my life has been flipped on its back and left to squirm in the dust more than the average person’s, but then again I have had quite a few people tell me that I have an interesting story to tell. Which is just a nice way to say I’ve fucked up and they like hearing about it. So, if I’m going to restart this blog, if I’m going to try investing some time in writing something other than the boring life narrative “this is what happened today…” teenage diary bullshit, I’ll need to give you a quick Maggie wiki of sorts. You can call it a re introduction or maybe a short memoir. Whatever the case, if this bores you to tears you have my sincerest apologies… seriously- I won’t even curse at you for being a dick. I’ve matured.
So here it is:
My name is Margaret Louise Berg. I am 24 years old and the oldest of three girls. My parents got divorced when I was sixteen. I got married at 18 and divorced at 19. I have a degree in Cosmetology which I use to do kitchen hair for my friends. This next school year I will be a senior with a major in English and a minor in Sociology. I just recently broke up with a guy I had been dating for four years. We had been engaged, but he called it off and I stuck around for some reason. Currently my life consists of work, awkward texts messages from messy rebounds, pity fucks, and former friends with benefits, and of course conversations with my gay room mate and my dog. Through all of this I’ve become that asexual girl crushing on tv stars and day dreaming about my life when I grow up- except I’ve finally realized something: growing up is a myth.