March 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter
I had dinner with another Rebecca last night, and what are two Rebecca’s to discuss other than the intricacies of their own names? At some point during the 3 hour linguistic breakdown of the seven letters:
Me: I changed to B-e-k-a-h cause I just didn’t like the way B-e-c-c-a looked.
Other Rebecca: Yeah, it looks like pasta.
Me: That is exactly what it looks like!!!!
Other Rebecca: Right?
Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING MORE FULLY TRUE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
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February 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter
It’s crazy how quickly we forget that we share this world, that there are animals and trees and we just happen to be stronger (sometimes), or at least more intelligent, and have shoved both aside to make room for our buildings. Case in point: walking to the store this AM, I heard a strange sound and I immediately reached for my phone, like what is this strange sound my phone is making? It was not my phone, y’all. IT WAS A BIRD. AN ACTUAL ALIVE BIRD JUST MAKING ITS BIRD SOUNDS, and my mind did not even think to go there. Okay so: stronger, more intelligent, and narcissistic to the point of comedy.
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January 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter
- DONALD TRUMP
- KANYE WEST
- JEFFREY DAHMER
- MIKE PENCE
If y’all could just let me (and the Olsen Twins) know if we start to exhibit any psychotic or heartless or narcissistic behavior THAT WOULD BE GREAT.
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January 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter
I now know why I have such an affinity for young Kate on This is Us, for her obsession with food and her insecurities. In The Pool episode when she gets a note from a mean group of girls declaring they don’t want to hang with her anymore, that was based on something that happened to me, but fifth grade, and cafeteria, and maybe I still have the note and remember exactly who wrote it but I’M NOT HERE TO NAME NAMES REBECCA SINK WAS HER NAME. As it turns out, I am in fact just a grown up version of lil’ Kate:
WE ARE ONE.
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March 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter
After seeing my play last night, a friend told me that it was ‘so Bekah.’ To which I said, thanks! But. What does that even mean? What are those qualities? Do we all have a personality / nature that everyone else except ourselves can perceive? Qualities that are so ‘us,’ but that we ourselves could not even list? It’s like when we see a picture of ourselves and recoil. That’s not me. That’s not what I look like. But what you are most likely looking at is the most You picture of You that has even been taken. CAN ONESELF EVER KNOW ONESELF / TAKES LONG CONTEMPLATIVE DRAG / PASSES JOINT
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March 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter
I’m going to look at this picture of my friend Stephen playing an angel welcoming this lovely Grandma based on two of my own into heaven until my eyes turn to clouds and float right out of my head.
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February 10th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter
Today, on the perks of growed up life:
I LOVE HOTEL GYMS. They make me feel like an heiress to the Skittle Dynasty who must spend three hours a day on her personal elliptical machine, surrounded by minors, to compensate for all of the Skittles she eats.
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October 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
Hi, I am now officially old enough to be annoyed by those younger than me and pass judgement on them and pretend I’m happy to be older / wiser, while secretly also doing a lot of the things they do and also desperately wishing I could still eat bread and drink more than a glass of wine and not wake up with a headache. Hi! Overheard this morning while waiting for my eleven dollar coffee which I can totally afford because I’m old, dammit:
Young barista: Hey did you know that facetious is –
Other young barista (RAPIDLY INTERRUPTING): IS THE ONLY WORD WITH ALL OF THE VOWELS IN ORDER A-E-I-O-U.
Young barista: Yeah.
Young Barista: I don’t know what facetious means.
Other young barista: Yeah, me neither.
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September 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
When we’re little, we are told that we are special. When we are medium-little, especially if we are artists, we tell OURSELVES that we are special, we cling to the things that set us apart, to the specifics of our narrative that make us compelling and unique. I think a big part of growing up, like truly growing up, and I don’t mean paying your own rent / having your own health insurance, I mean reaching some semblance of emotional maturity — is accepting the fact that WE ARE IN FACT NOT UNIQUE. Sure, you grew up in a funeral home or in a military family or partially in Prague but guess what, SO DID A LOT OF OTHER HUMANS. To grow up is to have the humility to accept this. There are things that make you special, sure, there is each moment of your life that you have uniquely inhabited, but there is no need to declare your preferences, to shout about your time abroad. You are a cog in the wheel, you are a part of a larger thing, you are just light, slowed down.
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September 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
Yesterday, my coworker looked at me and declared that I’m an INFP personality type, which sent me straight to the internet to learn more about myself / the way am I perceived, so that I might learn more about myself and become even more entrenched in / obsessed with my own self. The internet! I’m pleased to announce that as an INFP, am I focused on making the world a better place for humanity, and am deeply concerned about other people, therefore I am protected from all accusations of narcissism. Rather I am trying to further understand myself, apparently, so that I might serve YOU. Reading further descriptions of my type, I feel as if I’ve met someone that is exactly like myself but THAT PERSON IS MYSELF. Read:
INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don’t understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it’s not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.
HEY GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
And so who are YOU? How can YOU justify your flaws, spin them into a narrative in which you are a most complicated person? FIND OUT HERE!
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