The questions I never answered.
Back when I used to do that thing I used to do, every year or so around my birthday, we’d do an Ask Me Anything. I’d open up for questions of all types, and we got all types.
I have been asked my favorite flavor of Jelly Belly beans. (Buttered popcorn).
I have been asked when my first kiss was, and what it was like. (I was 13, his name was Ryan, and it felt like he’d put a slug in my mouth and left it there, perfectly still.)
(So like, a dead slug.)
(Then he asked me to hang out in his family’s backyard tent for a couple hours. Tempting, but no.)
There have been more serious questions, too. How to work with mental illness. How to work with other kinds of mental illness. What it’s like being a digital nomad, or unschooling while working from home, or being consistent while being an irrevocably broken human being.
(Really, I don’t even know why I even pretended I had a marketing business. In hindsight, all we ever talked about was mental health, traveling, and booze.)
But there were a few questions I never answered. The harder questions, the ones that took some thinking or reflection. The ones that would bore the holy waffles out of the poor bastards who were actually there for business advice. The ones I didn’t even know the answer to myself.
However! Now we have nothing to do but sit around and think. So I may as well answer them now.
I’m going to make this kinda like a series, a jumbled, disorderly series about God knows what. Should you have questions you would like answers to – whether they’re about anxiety or jelly beans or astrology or John Cusack – I’d love to have ‘em. You can leave them in the comments so I’ll look cool, or you can send them by email to naomi@xxnaomi.com.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you what I do all day. Or maybe why I quit Summer Hen. Or why I unschool. I haven’t decided. (I mean, um, I’ve totally decided. It’s to keep you in suspense. Yeah. That’s totally what it is.)
In the meantime, I hope you and everyone you love are well.
(Incidentally, since I know you’re wondering, today’s You May As Well Use That $2,500 Worth Of Perfume You Have Laying Around Since Nobody Will Ever Smell You Again fragrance is Nomade, by Chloé. Get it? It’s ironic.)
xx
Naomi
