Weird Things That Happened

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Emma is the editor & creator (and occasionally writer) for The Messy Heads. She enjoys yellow curry, print media, and singing to herself.

Life lessons gleaned from weird scenarios. Enjoy. & Comment yours.




 wait… what happened?

I’m in an oversized, handmade dress that I thrifted and thought looked cute at the time, but now I’m realizing the length is mumsie and the armpits are so gaping you can see my entire boob if I lean over to fix my shoe or pick up a name someone dropped on the floor. I’m in an old cat-toy factory in some part of LA that was a 20 minute uber ride from wherever I just was. I keep referring to as an old cat-factory by mistake, it makes me laugh, the thought of assembling cats on a conveyor belt. There’s a studio on the bottom level, a group of we-were-almost-famous musicians are all jamming, two on guitar, two on bass, two on drums, and an extremely drunk girl on bongos. A man with a tray of In N Out burgers hands me the mic and I start improvising.

 so, what did you learn?

Sometimes you really just gotta roll with it. Twirl in a dress that is highly unflattering and sing even though you can’t think of words and are sure you are off-key. It doesn’t matter what you look like, what you sound like, the feeling you get is what you will remember.

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 okwhat happened?

I’m living with someone I have barely known, and now I’m also dating them. I know I’m spontaneous and carefree, but it doesn’t feel that way anymore by how I’m told to not go out dressed like that or not go out to dance. I know I love exploring and adventuring, but I haven’t done that in a while.

 mmhmm, and what did you learn?

When something doesn’t feel right it’s not, you need to stop making mental excuses. As soon as that red light of “this is not okay” goes off in your head, listen, instead of watching the reasons to leave pile up until you have enough problems to point to when you finally come to terms with what you knew all along.

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 what happened?

A text, popped up on my phone from someone who was my best friend three years ago. We just so happened to be in the same city.

 what did you learn?

Some friendships feel the same no matter what distance you’ve travelled and what time has passed.

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 what happened?

Hanging out with new friends around a coffee table, in various states of full and empty off of chips and chocolate. I ask a friend about her University project. She opens her laptop to show me a brilliant video of her in full drag, baking anti-patriarchy cookies.

 what did you learn?

Ask people what they are passionate about, and you will end up with the best conversations and connections and realizations that drag is an important art form, actively toppling the patriarchy and while perfectly applying contour.

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 what happened?

Ate up four rolls of delicious film in Cuba, excited to get developed and in a short time frame (one place to another) I dropped them off at a local drugstore to get developed, promised pretty pictures the next day. They came back sallow and seriously lacking color, hardly comparable to the vibrant colors I had seen with my own eyes.

 what did you learn?

Hey— it’s a look (click here to see). And next time, get your photos developed at a place you trust.


 what happened?

An impromptu bleach that I loved at first, until a friend took a photo of me that I didn’t. In a moment of— oh shit, are my roots really two inches out, I ran down to the Duane Reade to fix the situation.

 did you learn anything?

Broke identity crisis and you get a box dye. Grab a pint of vegan Ben & Jerry’s too, you’re gonna need it.

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 what happened?

With a friend and on the menu is bagels, the Brooklyn in us is BEGGING. Their isn’t much in the area apart from super expensive ones or super un-exciting ones. We find the best in all the city, drive thirty minutes, and buy two bagels each.

 did you learn anything?

The most ordinary things can become one of your favorite memories.



  1. emma i love your writing so much, please share more. thank you for what you made me realize

  2. Yuri says

    little things like this make me happy and people who appreciate the small moments also make me happy 🙂 this blog fills me with joy so please continue this amazing work! you rock 😛 love you

  3. I love how you keep track of the life lessons you learn from the little things we experience day to day; also, glad to know you listened to your gut when things weren’t going right, and that you are going out and adventuring! Lastly, I love the photos from Cuba.

    Natalie| Holistic Health, Lifestyle, & Travel

  4. I love this post so much, it’s super nostalgic and well-written. While reading this, I thought of a time when I took a solo trip to San Francisco for a few short days and had a nice experience of exploring alone. I was in Chinatown at night and this middle-aged woman walked up to me and asked if I was lost and I told her I was looking for a place to eat. This woman was kind enough to ride the late bus with me and pay for my fee. We ended up in Little Italy and she pointed this cute Italian restaurant and said it had the best pizza. She then left to get home to her family. It’s hard for me to trust strangers, especially on the streets in a big city, but I trusted my gut and I learned that there are kind people in the world.

  5. sunblvd says

    Wow, this post just inspired me so much. I love these little anecdotes and I am so happy to have found your blog. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  6. Louise says

    loved this post, emma your words are precious, you can make even the simplest things like this one become so poetic, it’s beautiful!
    btw the message behind these lines is important, it filled me up with warmth and joy

  7. this post is inspiring me to start journaling again – all these little amazing moments become hard to remember without meditating on them

  8. Maddie Webb says

    I’m with my dad and we’re in line outside of a kebab truck. He’s telling me about the miscarriage my mom had that morning. I’m 18 and this is the first time my dad has talked to me like this. In this moment, he is not my father, but a man who has just lost a baby, a man who is full of sadness, and I am not his daughter, but simply a person he trusts enough to talk with. And this is happening in line at a fucking kebab shop, in public, surrounded by people who have no idea who we are and what we are taking about.

    So I learned that it doesn’t matter where you are, beautiful conversations and revelations of the soul can happen anywhere. I think the more unexpected the location, the better. I love that memory because although it is one of loss, it is also one of trust and connectivity, set against the backdrop of a humble kebab truck.

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