sup, world.

Welcome to Hip To Be Snark!


I’m S(nark).

I post about a collection of random things and responses to prompts. I’m snarky, opinionated and I swear a lot. 

So, yeah. Hi! Enjoy the madness.


one-liner wednesday – 21/03

This one goes out to a specific person. You know who you are and you know what you’re doing. Somehow I shouldn’t care, but I do. Damn you. 

This one also goes out to the human race in general, you’re all confusing and you need to get your collective shit together. Thanks!


word of the day

Apparently, it’s in the Oxford Dictionary now. Imagine that.

Apologies are annoying aren’t they? We spend a lot of time thinking we need them and when (or if) they come, we’re not satisfied. Or at least I’m not. They are unworthy, I tell you. Unworthy. 

When I get married to Chris Hemsworth, or failing that, one of my many Canadian husbands (just go with it), I will give them the perfect apology manual. 

I always tell people that I don’t need apologies from them. Usually because people don’t know how to apologize. That really don’t. I’m the kind of person that wishes people would just stop at the word sorry. You don’t have to mean it and it’s simple. 

Too simple. 

You get things like, I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I’m not sorry for what I said. Bitch, please. Take that nonsense elsewhere. Why are you fixing your mouth to say even more that’ll annoy me. Your offense is still valid. And you are null and void. 

There’s the old, I’m sorry, I didn’t reply, I’ve been busy every single waking minute over the past few weeks. Is the extra waffle necessary? Now I’m wondering how you didn’t have a spare two minutes. Now I’m feeling worse than I did before you opened your stupid mouth. Now I’m wondering if you’re the President of small country because everyone has a spare two minutes. Everyone. 

There’s the classic I’m sorry if I offended you. Are you really? You’re not even ready to acknowledge said offence so why should I acknowledge your apology? Sit your insensitive ass down. You are hereby cancelled effective immediately. 

My least favourite, the exaggerated omg I’m so sorry for what happened, but [insert long winded self-absorbed rant]. I guess we’ll call this one the narcissistic non-apology. Go and tell your life story to someone who cares, not the person who wants to whack you over the head with an inflatable frying pan. 

It’s seems so ironic that something designed to make the other person feel better can do the opposite. 

So, here’s a handy guide. It’s for kids, but obviously this wasn’t taught to all of the adult babies out there. 

courtesy of Pinterest

Well. I’m a snarky bish so happiness is a stretch, but I need people to step it up. I’d like to wake up one day and not have someone annoy the shit out of me. If they do, I’d like them to not continue to annoy the shit out of me with their apology. 

That’s right. It’s not my fault. Everyone else is the problem. Yup. Uh-huh. 

It’s nice to have some snark around here again. 

The Myth of the Crazy Bitch

I don’t know why I ended up on this post, but I’m glad that I did and I thought I’d share it with you!


We’ve all heard it. The woman who acts out irrationally due to a “falling out” with a romantic interest. But in the midst of an emotional crisis, I’m left wondering, is EVERYONE (I mean every goddamn person) capable of becoming a crazy bitch?

All my friends and my therapist Berry knows that I don’t like dealing with feelings and am a very logical person. I try to remove my minimal emotions from situations and deal with life from a very pragmatic perspective. This is why it’s difficult for me to process they myth of the crazy bitch and how it applies to me.

Recently, I’ve been dealing with a boy who I’m super into but due to weird circumstances and he asked for a “break”. And I was left asking these questions:

  1.  WTF constitutes a break?
  2. Do I have to apologize for something I didn’t think was that big of…

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breaking the wall

I wrote a lot about That Guy last week after everything that happened, but I didn’t want to keep whining about it. So, I’m staggering the posts. I saw him Monday, I can’t say for certain that he’s deliberately ignoring me, but I get the impression that he is. Oh, well. 

Friday 16th March 

With things with That Guy wrapping up, I’m left with one thing. The denial, the refusal to admit what it was (or wasn’t). The fact that I’m confused and not angry. 

I’m still not angry. At least not over what he did. I’m angry over how he’s reacting. I have enough self esteem issues without this guy bulldozing all over me. 

However, I’m aware of the two things. 

  1. I have still never really properly admitted that I liked him. 
  2. I was willing to take this much, much further than it went even though, long term, I don’t think it would have worked out. 

There’s a weird sterility when I think these things. I can literally feel a barrier inside. It’s like a wall inside my chest. I have no idea how to break it. So I’m turning to the blog. I will tell you what I can never tell anyone else and you will all promise not to tell a soul. If That Guy happens to be one of my readers – fuck you, mate. Lol. Okay, so let’s do this step by step. 


I miss the friendship that we had. I have felt like this ever since I hugged him and I realised that I was actually attracted to him like that. Before, we were so cool. Everything was so simple and I liked just touching base with him. I don’t even think I mentioned it much on here because it was just life. Even when he started with the compliments, I brushed it off. Guys don’t take interest in me. Well. Not normal guys… Apparently that trend has continued. When he was saying all of that stuff it was a confidence boost for me. It made me feel good about myself for the first time in years. Someone was noticing my efforts to look nice. Yay!

Much of our interactions took place in isolation, but I have one semi-witness. My friend saw us a couple of times together and started joking around about it. Even when my friend had been teasing me about him for weeks but I downplayed it every time. Downplay. Downplay. Act normal. I never gave any indication it was more than friendship. And it wasn’t. 

Not for a long time. I liked him a lot. I liked that he always seemed genuinely happy to see me, I liked that he was different when he was talking to me. I liked him. I still do. It’s so fucked up, but I can’t say that if he suddenly called me and said I’m sorry, let’s do this over that I would say no (to talking, not anything more, I’m not that insane). It’s that level of messed up. So when people tell me to move on, I can say I will but I can’t. Not right away. 


When it comes to relationships, not many guys have ever made it that far with me. The people I really like are always unobtainable. There’s only ever been one guy that I was genuinely crazy over. It was a long time ago, but I always remember his birthday, our old conversations, the way he would rib me constantly and how my day wasn’t complete until we spoke. Much like That Guy we met by chance. He was really sweet, but we drifted apart.

Anyway, like I said, not many guys. I don’t like to get into things that have a very clear expiration date, but I was kind of willing to for That Guy. With all of the red flags, I would have given him more of myself than I’ve given anyone in a long time. Even with his weird behaviour. Even with his situation. That’s kind of messed up, but I was just kind of curious. Is that the right word to describe my temporary insanity?

For the first time in years, I can make conversation with people without feeling an intense urge to run away. I think a part of me just wanted to see how far it would go, and also I reached that point where the lines of friendship had been blurred. Mostly by him, but I can admit that I wasn’t entirely innocent either. I wasn’t as forward as him, but I didn’t shut him down either. 

With all of that in mind, I think the big admission here is that he’s really hurt me with his behaviour. It’s not just a case of screw him, it’s about dealing with all of the crap that I feel. The point of contention for me is that if it was nothing, why am I so hurt? I’m still not really angry with him. I’m angry with myself for going against my instincts and not having a word with myself (girl, calm yo tits pls), but him? 

Fuck that. 

I refuse to be angry. 

I’m already wasting energy being hurt by him. 

Some people just aren’t worth it. 

easy breezy

I see that people are sharing their A – Z theme reveals today!
I wish everyone good luck. I will try to keep up when I can. 

Apparently there’s still time to join in. 


I think I did it last year and although I finished it, I just found it annoying in the end. I was scrambling for topics, I had no theme. I don’t really err one way or another. Complete randomness isn’t my bag and a fully planned out schedule is not my cup of tea, so I will keep doing my own thing. 

Easy breezy. 

I have to admit that most blog challenges are hit or miss for me. I like the ones that don’t really require too much time. If I have to plan for something a month in advance, that’s too much time. I have a lot of experience in completing challenges, probably too much, but I need several months to you know… procrastinate. I’m at that point where I need to be flexible and set my own timelines (so none…Lol). 

That being said, I’d like to do my own little thing this April (or whenever!). Right now, 3 Words 1 Story seems to be the only consistent writing that I’m doing, so, what I’m going to do is write a full story using that. No fixed length, but it needs to have a beginning, middle and end. Boom. 60 words that I have to include, 15-20 days, 1 story. 

I’m not sure if I should allow myself to plan, or just write it freely, but we’ll see. I’m thinking of using my own situation as my muse. Writing therapy if you will. I’ve honestly reached that point where I say to myself if you were one of your characters, what would you make them do? 

I am my own character, y’all. Let me tell you my story. Lol. 

In terms of my blog, I think Random Thoughts is on hiatus. It’s just not the same without Bob. I kind of miss his ridiculousness, his hypocrisy and all around superficial behaviour. The other day he uploaded some facial spa procedure he was having… why? Your guess is as good as mine. He also loves to show us his playlists. Yeah, you listen to 2Pac, bruh, you’re edgy. I have some old school Nas on mine to showcase my own edginess. I see you, Bobster. I see you.

His pictures are still the same staged shots they’ve always been. I like the ones he posts of where he lives, but the rest… just post a picture of what you’re selling, Bob. It’s easier that way. 😂 I think I’m approaching the one year point of following him. Awww. 

To his credit, he hasn’t changed a bit. Be yourself, Bob.

So, yeah, it’s just going to be music, 3 Words 1 Story and random posts for the foreseeable future. Yay!

one crisis after another

While I was gone for about ten days in February, all kinds of crazy shit was happening with me. This was by far the most annoying. 

Well, second… third most annoying. 

14th February 2018

I always remember something my sister said to me. She told me that I’m always having one crisis after another. Something is always wrong, or broken or a mess. The sad thing is that it’s true. I worry too much. I get anxious and it comes out in a variety of ways. 

The latest thing is that I’m convinced that I smell constantly. This is part of my whole sweat like crazy deal which seems to have improved. I started wearing an undershirt and a cardigan. I realised that worrying about sweating just made me sweat more, so eliminating the EVERYONE CAN SEE!!! part helped immensely. However, I still get sweaty for various reasons. I travel during rush hour and I’m always running late so…you know. Shit happens. Once you sweat, it doesn’t dry nicely. Even if it does, I use spray on deodorant so I have that weird wet feeling (gross!). I also carry perfume with me. 

At one point I was using deodorant, body mist and perfume. At the same time. 

Now it’s become this huge thing. I constantly believe that I smell and I keep smelling something but when I smell my clothes after I take them off, they smell fine. When I’m at home, I smell fine. Which means that it’s a weird mental thing. I hugged someone today and I just felt like all they were thinking was that I smelt. I wanted to ask if I did but I’m awkward enough without putting anyone through that. 

Obviously, there’s a name for this. Olfactory Reference Syndrome, although, for me it only happens when I’m at work, so I don’t know if that counts. I just feel like I smell bad even though I shower every day and use all of the perfumes and whatnot, all I can smell is this weird musty washing machine smell, but not from my clothes, from my sweat mixing with my clothes. For some reason it’s so strong to me when I’m around people, but once I get home I barely think about it. 

It’s also worse when I wear the same shirt/vest two days in a row. Even if they smell fine, it’s always in my mind that they don’t. Sometimes, I could be wearing a clean set of clothes and I still feel like I smell. On Thursday, it got so bad that I had to go up and spray myself with deodorant and perfume less than an hour after I got to work. 

I thought it was my washing machine at first, but I spray on perfume and I can’t smell any of it, just that smell. That’s not normal is it?

There is one reason why I think this is happening, which I can’t go into (okay fine, someone made a comment about people who smell and my social anxiety brain automatically thinks that I’m one of those people). The second is that I’m an idiot. 

The ORS symptoms also mention that people tend to chew gum to mask what they perceive to be bad breath. My heart sank when I read that because I go crazy when I forget to chew my gum. If I eat something outside and don’t have gum, I panic and feel like everyone is judging me. I literally always have gum and I’ve never really thought that it was a problem but obviously it is. I spend so much money on gum. I always have the little sixty piece container of gum on me. If I don’t have gum, I try to take mints. 

Ay dios mio. 

I’ve accepted that I’m weird, but sometimes I surprise myself. 

ETA: So I changed some things around and I’ve figured that I tend to feel like this when I’m wearing ‘heavy’ materials. Thinner materials make me feel less warm and therefore less sweaty, whereas thicker materials obviously are the opposite. 

It’s cold at the moment and after that nasty flu I had, I have no choice but to suffer. And use excessive amounts of perfume and deodorant (I apologize to anyone I offend with my scents). 

ETA 2: Uh… I experience this less now. I think it was anxiety related. So weird, but I’m glad to be over it. I’m glad that I don’t smell!