Boring report?

Not anymore!

Ruined shirt?

Nope glitter art.

Scary psycho cat?

Silly glitter kitty

Internet?

You mean GLITTERNET.

 

SEE? What’d I say? Better right? That’s my belief anyway….

Growing up, I had an extraordinary love for all things glitter.

When I say “love”, I really mean “obsession”, & when I say “had”…

I’m lying. (Glitter is my homeboy.)

I still love all things glitter. It’s just now as a grown up, I’ve learned to keep it in check…almost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like I said; almost. But I do keep tabs on my glitter use…I have to; otherwise it tends to get a little outta hand.

I don’t know how I came to be so…“enthusiastic” over glitter. There’s no moment I can pin point & go there, right there that’s when I started this obsession. I think I was just born with it; instinctually, like moths to a flame; only glitter.

The attraction was simple. Everything seemed prettier, happier with glitter.

You could show me a smiley face sticker:

And a smiley face sticker with glitter:

And no thought needed I’d auto pounce for the one with the glitter.

I’d go ape sh!t for anything shiny, sparkly, or glittery.

I use the term “ape sh!t” because the Urban Dictionary (and we all know how undeniably accurate it has proven itself to be time & time again) defines it as:

“an undignified loss of control”…

 

Yep, that sounds about right.

But, can you really blame me?

Glitter is honest. It doesn’t have a fancy hip name like “Connor”; it’s glitter. Plain & simple, and amazing!

And it makes everyone smile. Maybe not always on the outside, but most certainly on the inside.

Ever seen something glittery & thought,

Yea didn’t think so.

Glitter is pretty awesome & I immensely enjoyed partaking in it. A lot. Ok, A LOT, a lot.

I earned the nickname Glitter Girl. Best. Nickname. Ever. And I was having the best time ever with all things glitter.

As the years passed, somewhere along the line; I lost touch with, let’s call it “portion control”.

 

 

 

 

 

And it only got worse from there….

My brain now associated all things positive with all things glitter. I unknowingly operantly conditioned myself. The connection between the two solidified in my synapses, like a viral program that could not be stopped. It was hardwired.

I floored it past the Point-of-No-Return; free falling in a sparkling spiral.

(OH that sounds pretty! ..Stop it.)

 

As pretty as that does sound…It began effecting my life & those around me.

At first it was harmless…cheeky…almost justifiable…

 

 

Over time, left untreated, my condition got a bit worse…more desperate…especially if my fix was scarce…

 

Towards the end…it just got plain ugly…

 

 

 

 

It was then I realized I may have a slight problem.