Naughty & Nice: Confessions of a Relative Goody-Goody

n. good·y-good·y: One who is affectedly sweet, good, or virtuous.

In most circles, I’m considered a goody-goody. Then again, it’s all relative. My family used to play a board game in which we paired family members with particular situations and traits. A card might read, “Who’s the wildest child?” for example… Or, “Who’s most likely to sing karoake naked?” We’d all jot down which one of us fit the bill. All-things-wild, misbehaving or adventurous landed on me. Goody-goody cards would definitely have landed on one of my sweet, more virtuous sisters.

Shortly after high school graduation, I moved to New York City where I lived with seven model roommates. Not model as in exemplary (trust me…). As in they—okay, we— were all fashion/runway/editorial models. I’d daydreamed about my arrival to the Big Apple…the glamour, lights, throngs of pedestrians and lanky, sophisticated roommates who’d deem me oh-so-exotic because I was from Minnesota. (Can we say naive? LOL) I was right on all counts, except about my roomies.

Domvika (must say with exotic accent) was from Abakan, Russia. Ivaki was Chechoslovakian. They all smoked, drank, watched Jerry Springer religiously and partied nightly until dawn. (Even the night before photo shoots! *gasp*) Suddenly this Minnesotan girl who’d never seen a drug up close, smoked a cigarette or drank a beer, went from “wild child” to “goody goody supreme.”

Having since lived in Paris, Miami and now Los Angeles, where my GG roots shine bright, I’ve come to embrace them. I no longer feel like a nerd for reading and writing constantly (now both are my job…whew!), waking early, turning into a pumpkin by 9pm or getting tipsy from sips of alcohol. I suppose such acceptance comes with maturity. Besides, GG-dom has some serious advantages.

For one, the best of us serve dual-purpose as naughty-supremes. (Huh? Isn’t that contradictory?) Nope! It’s just plain cool. When we let our naughtiness out, it’s HOT… Why? Because it’s unexpected. Mysterious. Sometimes mind blowing. (Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean… I’ve got some of you pegged. ;))

Two, we not only seem trustworthy, we are. (While we do let our ‘naughty’ out, we never let it get in the way of the higher good.) This makes for a peaceful existence and attracts other trustworthy friends into our circles.

And three, our cuss words hold POWER! If you rarely if ever swear, calling out profanities stops others’ madness like volcanic ash in Pompeii. It can also inspire laughter and much-needed cheering up.

In preparation for an upcoming post, I’ve decided to let you in on a few secrets. In order to learn more (isn’t mysteriousness FUN?), you must guess how many of the following are true about me. Could be 0, could be 10, could be any number in between. Feeling particularly confidant? Tell me which ones you believe are true in a comment. If no one gets right, I’ll use my right to remain silent. 😉 If someone does get it right, I’ll share juicy details…

I’m so naughty, I:

1. Got picked up by the cops.
2. Punched a well known artist in the nose…and broke it.
3. Had a lengthy fling with one of “world’s sexiest” celebs.
4. Walked naked through Times Square on a dare.
5. Walked naked through Times Square because I felt like it.
6. Had air-sex with an invisible man on TV.
7. Spat in a teacher’s face before knocking him into a pool.
8. Peed on the Audobon.
9. Touched a monk. And liked it.
10. Stole Jesus.
11. Said the F, S, B and D-words out loud. 😉
12. Broke into a house.

(Or did I??? ;))

Guess away! If you prefer, tell me where you fall on the naughty/nice spectrum… *ALL EARS* 

Contest: If you dig this, play the Naughty and Nice Game on your blog and link it back to mine for a chance to win a platter of my healthy baked goods. (See? Naughty AND Nice… They provide wild indulgence AND ample nutritional benefits. ;))

Feel free to change it up. If you’re more naughty than nice, for example, you might try a Nice List. Your friends may be shocked to learn that your first kiss came at age 20…or that you volunteer for Crochet Addicts Anonymous. Or post a naughty/nice list about a particular celebrity and have us guess who it is. Anything related goes!

Stories: Where the Truth Comes Out

Last week I visited my brother, an uber-talented artist, in New York. A tremendous highlight was a decadent curry dinner, made by Mom and shared with a group of fellow artists – painters, writers, a poet, a sculptor, a weaver… Although we varied by medium, we had much in common — including the fact that we express ourselves through art.

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

I think Atwood’s right. If we judge what we write too much, it loses any hope for authenticity — whether we write nonfiction or fiction.

I imagine that many of us discover truths about life, our experiences and our emotions through our writing. (In other words write first, understand yourself later. ;))

This song is a prime example. I wrote it, not realizing until the last line that it depicted me:

Thankfully, I’m no longer in that place. And I sincerely believe that composing the song helped me out of it.

What about you? Do you discover much about yourself in your stories? Or do you cope with emotions, stress or conflicts by writing through them?