Hello! My name is Mica, pronounced just like the mineral.

When I’m not writing this blog, I’m questioning my life decisions, worrying about natural disasters and bizarre ailments, trying to make people be my friends, and searching for new hobbies.

I also spend a good portion of each day filled with boiling hot rage, though I’m trying to work on this one.

Or, told another way, here’s a personal anecdote that illustrates my personality:

After spending a college summer abroad in Paris, I was returning to the US and had to complete the customs declaration form, which is inexplicably a source of great anxiety for me. When faced with the task of cataloguing my purchases, I do embarrassing things like asking the flight attendants for “help” or committing in-air plagiarism by copying what the person next to me is writing.

In Paris, I had purchased a small, sealed jar of honey as a gift, so I wrote “honey” on my customs form. Immediately, I began to worry that my honey would be confiscated as an animal product, so I added “pot” to the line. This was not technically a lie because I was, in fact, bringing a container of honey back into the country, but I thought I was being tricky. Except that only Winnie the Pooh uses the term “honey pot.”

But no! This edit was not enough–surely the customs agents were going to steal my precious honey! Still unsatisfied and paranoid, I changed “h” to a bloated and misshapen “m” so that the line now read “money pot.” You know, a pot used for storing all those money-dollars I have!

…which makes absolutely no sense.

Don’t you want to be my friend now?

Got questions? E-mail me at mllemica [at] gmail.com. I love getting mail!