Check out my super awkward tan lines

What a day.

I am entitled to as many cop out posts as I like.

I’m sure you aren’t even reading this because you’re staring at my tan lines LIKE WOW LOOK AT THOSE THEY’RE BAD. What comes from two days of wearing different tank tops in the blazing sun for 8 hours at a time. The lighting in my bathroom was a little weird but you get the general idea. And by general idea I mean the two distinct U shaped under my neck and between my shoulder blades.

Just look:


Woah, it’s like inception.

So yeah. If you invite me to partake in a pool party or a beach day or a swimsuit competition, you are not allowed to laugh at me.

Okay, maybe you can laugh a little.



This is not an Adele reference.

Here are some cool facts for you. The somewhat theme of this post is my 21st birthday, which was yesterday. This post is the 21st post I’ve written on this blog, so based on weeks, today is marecredi’s 21st birthday. And today just so happens to be the 21st of May. There are also 21 people following this blog at this moment.

You probably don’t think that is as cool as I do, but like THAT’S SO COOL.

I’ll make this brief because I’m so tired it’s ridiculous, and I really don’t have much to say. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who contributed to making my birthday pretty rad, even if it was just a wall post or snapchat. I got to smile all day long because of you. I also really want to say thank you to everyone who has kept up with this blog over these past 21 weeks. Upon coming home for the summer, a lot of people I have not seen for a while have told me, “Oh I read your blog every week!” First of all, it’s weird. But mostly oh my gosh it’s so sweet. For reals it brightens my day to hear things like that. I hope to keep you interested with my mundane activities and thoughts well into the future.

Being 21 is a weird feeling and it’ll take a while to get used to. Actually I probably won’t get used to it until I turn 22. But let’s not talk about that.

I am so tired that I can’t think of a coherent and not awkward ending so I’ll just stop myself before I say something like “peace out, home slices.”


A list of 10 reasons why we shouldn’t let lists tell us how to be happy

You didn’t think I was ACTUALLY going to write a list, now did you? That would be too hypocritical. Come on, have a little more faith in me.

What has prompted this week’s post is the overwhelming number of self-help lists that have been popping up on my Facebook news feed. I’m not talking about those silly buzzfeed lists, because I could read about 18 ways Ryan Gosling has impregnated me with his eyes or 22 animals that will make me “awwwwwwe” until I lose my voice all day every day. The lists I’m talking about provide things I must do or know or say or think or feel in order to be happy or to succeed. These lists are often targeted to twenty-somethings, young adults, university students, or women, all of which are categories that I fall under, so of course they peak my interest. But believe me, I am not interested in a good way. I’ll be honest: I haven’t read many of these articles in full because I really don’t think they’re worth my time. And now that they are gaining such popularity, being liked and shared on a regular basis by my Facebook friends, I’m really becoming bothered by them.

Okay now you’re all going to hate happiness. I don’t hate happiness. I love happiness. I think it’s great when people are happy. I’m trying my best to be as happy as I can. I just feel that living by a list that minimizes your problems into 7 word subtitles is a toxic way of going about finding a truly happy place.

These posts love to use a lot of absolutes, like “every” and “must”, to suggest that members of age and gender groups all act the same. I don’t even feel the need to point out that that isn’t true. While you might find similarities over demographics of people, of course everyone is an individual with a unique personality and value system. Telling someone what EVERYONE in the group they are in MUST be experiencing can confuse or dishearten them when they don’t like or do what the article says they should. It could also inflict some paranoia in you, making you wonder, does my level of self worth and appreciation and confidence meet this article’s standards?

I recognize that the authors of these articles mean very well, and I praise them for their positive and helpful outlooks. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and beliefs, and I don’t want to tell them what to write on their blog any more than I want them to tell me. But what I think they need to remember is the importance of the difference between opinion and fact. A title like “Here are 10 things that I, a twenty-something woman, find helpful in the pursuit of personal happiness that maybe you’ll also find helpful, but hey don’t feel bad if they don’t work for you because we are all unique human beings and need to discover what works for us on our own time and that’s super cool too” is a little too long to fit in a Facebook link, but it’s leaning more towards the positive approach to these types of articles that I would like to see. It reminds the potential reader that it is the author’s opinion, not a fact of life, and they can take it with a grain of salt.

I think that the best possible advice you can give a person to encourage them to lead a happy life is that they should find their own happiness in their own way. Following a step-by-step guide that a fad website gives you will quite possibly make you happy, but how genuine is it and how long will it last? If eating healthy and exercising and laughing at yourself and surrounding yourself with good people and taking up fun hobbies and having a lot of self worth make you happy, that is just wonderful and I am so pleased for you. But I think you should discover this on your own, not through a blog post. Figure out what makes you feel like the best version of yourself on your own terms. Humans are complicated beings and your trials and tribulations are too important to be condensed in a line or two of Times New Roman font. Don’t let anyone make you feel simple, and don’t let anyone tell you what to do, even if they have good intentions.

Now I realize that I totally do sound like a hypocrite, which is the thing I intended not to do from the start. I’M NOT TRYING TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. Seriously, don’t listen to a word I write if you don’t want. These articles have just been getting on my nerves for a while and I needed to get my feels out. Ranting sometimes on this blog makes me happy, and I’ve yet to find that on a blog list.

You do you.

12 weird things about me

I am convinced that I am a fairly uninteresting person. I am even more convinced that I am a very weird person. Here are some reasons why.


1. When I cut sandwiches in half, I cut them in specific ways for different sandwiches. Grilled cheese is always cut corner to corner to make two triangles. Peanut butter and jam/banana is always cut top to bottom to make two rectangles. Don’t ask why, I don’t know. It’s just a thing.


2. I can’t wear socks when I sleep. I just can’t.


3. I write the lowercase letter ‘a’ like a fancy ‘a’ because one time at theatre camp when I was 8 a girl wrote her ‘a’s like that and I thought it was so cool so I forced myself to fall into the habit of doing the same.


4. I went to two years of preschool before I went to kindergarten so I have been in school for literally 18 years, and I’m only (almost) 21.


5. I have never seen The Notebook.


6. I once won a bike at the circus. I got a program that had a raffle ticket in it, and they called out the numbers and they were my numbers. I had to go down to claim my prize, and I shook hands with this guy and posed for a photo that a woman was taking of us. The guy asked if the woman was my mom. She wasn’t. The bike was purple. I’m also pretty sure that I was a little too tall for it because, you know, I’m a giant.


7. I haven’t had McDonald’s since I was 7.


8. I have been 5’11 since the 10th grade, when I was 14 or 15. So I have been this tall for the past 6 years. If you think I’m tall now, imagine what it was like when I started high school.


9. I have never broken a bone, sprained anything seriously, been stung by a bee, or really just generally injured myself. I’ve sprained a few fingers playing basketball, but that’s really it. Maybe I should be less cautious.


10. I like pizza sauce. I like ketchup. I like tomato juice. I like salsa. I like tomato sauce. I like tomato soup. I like bruschetta. But I don’t like just straight tomatoes.


11. When I was little my mother refused to speak to me in baby talk because she thought it was stupid and counterproductive. So she would ask little baby Marryl sitting in her high chair, “Marryl, would you like more peas? Yes, you would like more peas? Here you go, Marryl, here are some more peas.”

Mother, I thank/blame you for my extensive/annoying vocabulary.


12. My favourite food is asparagus. Weird, I know.