Meltdowns With Mazza

*Prepare yourselves for an exhilarating post on my newfound love of tidying. At the very least humour me and peep at the before and after pics then pretend to be thrilled.* Like many others, I have fallen in love with the little cleaning fairy, Maire Kondo and her highly satisfying folding techniques. Her show on Netflix is the purest thing, and sees people's homes transform, as well as (apparently) their life problems solved.  Marie's perfect instagram Having seen the joy experienced by others I thought I might give it a go and hopefully it would also magically solve my life. Therefore, I couldn't wait to have a tidier room but also, presumably, a couple of grand, a boyfriend and good mental health. JK, but for real after one episode of the show, I became weirdly invested in the idea of reorganising and folding, despite often forgetting my clothes aren't cool carpets. I started slow by trying out the highly satisfying 'spark-joy', to...

Who knew such an easy question could prompt an existential crisis? There I was on Thursday, sitting in a job interview. The manager opened with a classic: "So, tell us a bit about yourself." Ah cool, a question to ease me in, I thought. I mean this is a question I can't get wrong. "Hello, I'm a 19 year old student doing Psychology at the Uni", I said fairly confidently. But then she stared at me blankly and said "Ok, but tell us a bit about yourself , what do you do, what are your hobbies and interests ?". I'm sorry what? I just told you about myself, now ask me what 3 things I'd bring to the workplace not this personal crap. This was when I realised there is literally nothing else worth noting about myself other than my degree.  The last time I think I could confidently answer such a question was when I was 9 trying for school council. I remember my manifesto went something like: "Hi my names Mazza and my hobbies include rea...

A basic post about basic avocado toast. Generally I think I am fairly basic. In that, I do things that everyone does, despite all believing these things are unique quirks about themselves, i.e "no yah I actually gave up plastic straws I heard the turtles really hate that aesthetic in their ocean so yah defo trying to help them out". Luckily, I am highly aware that I'm a walking white middle class cliché, so may as well embrace this fact. For example, I love a latte with oat milk ( dairy doesn't agree with this healthy bod ), sage my room monthly to rid bad energies ( namaste ) and swear by making my bed each morning to start the day with a positive ( seriously though I'm on track to changing the world https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6OoCaGsz94 ). Photo of a polaroid, evidence of my cringeworthy basicness but also eligibility for this review On an even more basic level I blo*dy love avo toast (especially with a poached egg and smoked salmon if I'm fe...

As an expert in perfect mental health and how to deal with any unwanted feelings, I thought I would discuss some “self-care” techniques.  I feel like “self-care” has become such a buzzword. And don’t get me wrong I love a late night face mask and chocolate bar, but equally I’ve began to realise something I may class as “self-care” is actually self-destructive. Case in point: staying in bed and sleeping all day. My mind says “Um yeh I’m tired this is fab”, but in reality I’m now behind on lectures, so will have to stress work to catch up at a later date and have now ruined my chances of getting a good sleep in the evening, thus adding to a crappy sleep cycle and overall exhaustion * and breathe *. I find myself excusing self-destructive behaviours as preventative self-care, however in the end, if we’re being honest, such actions induce a worse long-term state.  An original coffee and plant shot, because I’m a professional. Something I’ve learnt in the past cou...

We all have that one friend who loves a political debate. You know who I mean, the one who’s constantly checking their news app and brings up the ‘B-word’ at any opportunity. This person may be lovely, but you wait till their three glasses down and screaming “COMMUNIST SCUM” and its funny how quickly that opinion changes.  I’m sorry but these people are the actual worst. I actively avoid conversations with such people because 1) I do not have a good enough knowledge of any politics to keep up, and 2) because I am quite frankly petrified for being judged or called out for my opinions, or lack thereof, on any given political topic.  Now, let it be known I am fully aware how important it is to keep up with the country’s politics. I’m a strong believer that everyone should carry out their right to vote to honour those that couldn’t or still can’t have a voice in affecting change…BUT I cannot bear know-it-alls who spark political debates just to show off their own kno...

I entered 2019 with my head in a toilet, classily vomming up the night's pad thai and £5 bottle of Pinot. I know what you're thinking, wow cool story didn't realised I clicked on the blog of a 15 year old girl boasting about drinking for the first time. And that would be . However, in spite of feeling in touch with Mazza 2k15, the reality is I feel like my 2k19 couldn't have got off to a better start. Not only had I provided my mates with precious memories (you're welcome), I had also, literally, left any crap from the year before behind me.  I think that for everyone 2018 was just one of those years. Not only did the world go to shit (terrorism, Trump, Brexit etc.). I feel like for many of us the answer to, "how was your year?" was, “oh yeh good… well not good… but um not bad... but you know still thriving haha" * jumps off a cliff for saying thriving unironically *. AKA, we both know it was a bit sh*t but I'm not feeling like ...