Truth Thursday: Week I

As an effort to allow my readers/followers to know me more, keep me writing regularly, and help me learn more about myself, each Thursday I will be posting a handful of “truths” about me.  My hope is that these truths will not only give you a little insight into who I am, but encourage you to take a look at yourself, the truths about you, and get you thinking on a more critical and deeper level.



When I was younger, about 9 or 10, my family cooked lobster.  I devoured it, soaked in butter.  Later that night I ended up violently ill.  I was shaking all night, sick to my stomach, unable to sleep.  We didn’t know why, but on a subconscious level I connected it to the lobster.  I didn’t eat any shellfish again, until two years ago.  I was having dinner with my then boyfriend’s family and they had made some grilled shrimp, and frankly, it looked delicious.  So I ate one.  And nothing happened.  That is until the next morning when I broke out a rash that would eventually cover my entire body, except for my stomach and my face.  It got so bad that I eventually went to the doctor and they gave me a cortisone shot and a ten day anti-histamine regiment.  I asked the doctor what could cause this and he said that it may have been something I ingested.  He then asked what I had eaten before this occurred.  I told him shrimp.  He said that it was likely I was having an allergic reaction to it.  I explained the lobster incident from when I was younger, and asked why I didn’t have the normal allergic reaction (hives and breathing issues).  He told me that some people react differently, and that if I wanted I could get an allergy test.  I decided I just won’t eat any shellfish ever again.  Problem averted.


Seriously, I could eat a truckload of them and still want more.  When I was younger and my parents would take us berry picking in the summer, I would eat everything as I picked them.  We would leave the farm and I would be covered in berry juice from head to toe.  Anyone who is close to me knows that the way to cheer me up (if I happen to be in a bad mood) is by giving me a container of raspberries.  The only problems with this obsession?  Raspberries are quite high in sugar, and they are expensive.  During off-season they are $5 a container.  And since it takes me about 1 1/2 minutes to go through a container, it can get expensive quickly.


Actually, I first played the saxophone, for a year, when I was in 5th grade.  Then my mother decided she hated the way it sounded (really I just think I wasn’t very good, as I was only 10), so she switched me to the “softer sounding” clarinet.  I played it all the way through 9th grade.  To be honest, I wasn’t very good.  I know the difference between good music and bad, but I don’t have any musical talent myself.  So in the 9th grade, after years of struggling to grasp the clarinet, and getting told by band mates that I would never be “first clarinet”, I quit.  I did briefly try playing the bass clarinet, in the 10th grade, but really, no musical talent.  So I left it behind.


It’s pretty awesome, but I can guarantee you it’s not as awesome as you think it is.  It’s a fairly competitive industry, difficult to break into, and it is highly male dominant.  For example, my company has 30 employees.  Only six of us are female, and two of those are in the “female dominated” HR division.  Most days I don’t notice that I am in such a small minority, but every once in awhile it does become fairly evident.  Beyond that though, it’s a pretty nifty job.  I have now been in the industry four years (wow, time flies) and have done everything from production, to marketing, to community.  Right now I work as a Community Manager & Marketing for MochiMedia.  I spend my day finding ways to grow the community, market the game, and make us look good.  Previously I worked for publishers of free-to-play MMOs, Aeria Games and Gala-Net/gPotato, as well as social games creator RockYou.


Since graduating from college the question I get most often after I tell people what I studied is “So what religion are you?”.  I do not follow a religion.  Growing up I knew religion existed, but I was never personally exposed to it, until I was about 12.  My mother is spiritual and believes in things such as karma, reincarnation, and many pagan ideas.  My father was baptized Mormon and follows certain Mormon ideas, but you would never be able to point him out as a Mormon.  For me, neither my parents, nor anyone I knew, told me I should be a certain religion.  Perhaps it is because of this that I was so eager to study religion in college.  To clarify, what I studied was “Religious History”.  The development of monotheistic religions, Judaism and how it relates to the Holocaust, why people choose to be religious.  These were the kind of things I studied.  At the end my specialization ended up being in Judaism, as that was the religion whose history most intrigued me.  I did of course study all the other major religions including Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, and Buddhism, but Judaism stuck with me most.  To repeat, I am not religious myself.  I do not believe in one religious ideal over the other.  For the longest time, I would not even answer the question “Do you believe in God?”.  To this day, I still prefer not to.  I understand and find value in why people are religious, but I am not, and will never be, a particular religion.  That being said, if you ever want to talk religion with me, whether you are religious or not, I would love to.  It is one of my favorite topics to discuss and I always want to learn more about it.  The only thing I ask, please do not push your religious beliefs onto me.




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