I was looking at my ‘About‘ page and thought that it didn’t really tell you anything about me. After reading it I realised I’m still a blurry lined blogger that you can’t see and know nothing about. I was going to update my About page but then I thought it would be too much information to have on one page, and who want’s to read a life story all at once?
Then I came to the conclusion about writing a post essentially introducing myself to the blogosphere. I began writing and discovered I pretty much wrote a book, do I really need to tell the internet about my whole life? Probably not.
The Writer Behind the Words began. This will be a series of posts where I tell you all about me and who I am.
[ Where I tell you all about myself. ]
I guess I will start with my name, as if you can’t see it everywhere on this blog.
MY NAME iS JORDON. WITH TWO ‘O’S.
Whenever I asked my mum why she spelt my name this way, she told me that apparently this way of spelling ‘Jordon’ is the female way. Whereas spelling it with an ‘a’ is the male version of the unisex name ‘Jordan’. However, whenever I tell people this they say they’ve never heard that before and they’ve never met another Jordon spelt with two ‘o’s. Even spell checker is telling me I’m spelling my name wrong.
Interesting right? I’ve also never met another female Jordon with her name spelt this way. I like that. It makes me feel a little bit unique.
The worst thing is when people spell my name wrong, it drives me crazy and always makes me feel disappointed. Like they couldn’t be bothered noticing how my name is spelt. Especially on Facebook! Come on people, my name is right there! In front of you! Above the comment box. Please spell it right!
That’s probably a little bit of an extreme reaction. I’m always the one that answers ‘My name’s Jordon. J-O-R-D-O-N.’ when I’m asked ‘And what’s your name?’ over the phone. I always emphasise the ‘o’ and people look at me weirdly.
So you’ve just learnt a lot about my name and that it drives me crazy when people spell it wrong… I don’t think I meant to ramble on this much about my name.
I’m 25. Quarter of a century old.
I turned 25 in April, I can’t believe I’m already in my mid-twenties. I feel like I’m in my early twenties. However I also feel like I’m rocking twenty-dom. My twenties so far have been a learning curve (Which is what they’re meant to be right?) and I’m only just learning how strong a woman I can be. Strong/stubborn/bossy, same thing?
When I was a teenager I used to want to be older so people would view me differently, I hated being viewed as a child that didn’t know how to do anything and was always wrong, no one ever listened to me. No life experience, they said.
As I turned 23 I wanted to be younger again. Enjoy my teen years and party without consequences or judgement, I hated it when people kept asking me when I was going to start thinking about settling down in a job; Have I met a boy yet? Do I plan on having children before I’m 30? When am I going to start thinking about buying a house?
Now I’m 25 and I still haven’t met a boy, am only just thinking about how I’m going to afford a house (At this point in time the answer is: I’m not…) and am definitely not planning on having children anytime soon. I still get asked those questions though but now they don’t bother me as much. I’m living my life and I’m happy, everything else will work out. Of course I need to start thinking about the bigger picture though, but I’m not worried about it, stressed about and I’m not going to feel the pressure. It’s no one else’s business.
The Writer Behind the Words, Part 1: My name is Jordon and I’m 25 years old.