Shenelle
Shenelle doesn’t mean amazing in English
This is me: A bit of a drunk, too much of a lover, and not enough of someone with common sense.
Most of the guys I write about are often referenced for saying things like,” I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wanted to give up on you.”
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. Hell, I wouldn’t even call them mistakes, but drunk-induced last minute choices. British Airlines will always remember me for all the wrong reasons. “Would you like some pretzels with that dreadful decision?”
People often ask where I come from or how I got here. It’s effortless. I grew up in the back of a van, in more reasons than you can imagine. I’ve been all around this world, with a guitar on my back and a pen and paper in my hands.
I get a sudden jolt of excitement every time I catch myself in a corridor with a new one. I think to myself,” This one is really going to shake them all up.”
My ventures of writing fiction have just taken off, and as much contentment as I find in them, I miss the times where I use to know everything I said, was true. But it would be a lie to say that none of this fiction comes from the likings of my real world. Who could write about dramatic, endless, and often tragic relationships, without having any hands on practice?
It’s time to grind down to the details. I’ m 24 years old. I’m currently residing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the home of drunks and good beer. I have one of those day jobs, but I wouldn’t really get by. by just calling it that. I’ve traveled a lot, and I mean a lot. I am a full-fledged college dropout and at this point, I don’t have a problem admitting it. I have some really big dreams and I’ve also got some really big demons.
I’ve been single for years, and yes, by choice. Sure, I’ve engaged in these minor weekend (if they’re lucky, a full week) ordeals. The sort where by the time the booze wears off, I come to grips with the thought of how much I enjoy my single life. My friends are convinced that I have some sort of psychological detachment from the world if I have chosen to go this long without a monogamous relationship. I’d consider myself on the brink of getting closer with my family. My father is a traveling musician and my mother is a farmer. None of this really means anything, but people who have had the opportunity to meet my parents, often tell me,” Everything about you, now makes sense.”
Think what you want.
My two biggest influences have passed away: My grandfather and my relationship with the best man in the world. You’re probably thinking to yourself,” At least you can bring one of them back from the dead.” And my response is,” I have yet to see a person rise from the dead.”
My whole life changed about three years ago. If you catch me on a good day, I’ll tell you why.
I’d like to consider myself a writer rather than a drunk. I suppose that is a theory I’ll leave for you to judge. I don’t believe in grammar and I lose a lot of interest in people who constantly try to correct me.
There really is no point in this blog. Sometimes I have a lot of things to say, and sometimes, I am just wasting my breath. We’ll see what happens…..
“ Shenelle, come down from there, and tell me a story or two.”
