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I didn’t know Charlie as Hollywood Reporters 2012’s Reality Television's 50 Most Powerful Producers, or from being the son of SNL creator and NBC Chairman Dick Ebersol, or from his mom “Kate and Alley” star Susan Saint James … I knew Charlie Ebersol because at the time HE WAS DATING BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!

The courts had reached out two years later (in 2018) asking for a personal statement from me, the victim.

The man in the DA’s office was actually shocked I called as most victims choose not to speak out against their attacker.

Brick or no brick a common theme in my life is that … I. SPEAK. UP.

“I have action items and my next steps. I’ve already ordered the books he suggested. And if I’m understanding him correctly on the ‘disciples study’ (which he also mentioned in the email), my next journey is about transformation and becoming the leader. I keep trying to be a student, but I only need to learn the basics; I have to shed the student skin. Technically speaking ‘disciples study’ is a religious reference but I’m not taking that part, or the shedding my skin part literally.”

The slap on the Oscars last night was not a stunt, it was a sign of one of the “last true movie stars” snapping in a world that now to “win” requires an obscene and uncomfortable amount of oversharing.

Obscene and uncomfortable for some … Will Smith is arguably one of the last “true Hollywood stars” who is now very publicly struggling between relevancy and establishing a legacy.

Both came to a head last night, and it’s as ugly as it sounds.

She then started to use the word “we” as “we” can do this, and I have this friend that does that, and have you thought about this? I think that that will be GREAT!”

She asked to hear my thoughts, but barely let me speak.

Synesthesia is a sensory phenomenon where certain domain-specific stimuli trigger additional sensations of e.g. color or texture. The condition occurs in about 4% of the general population, but is overrepresented in individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), where it might also be associated with the presence of prodigious talents.

I was downloading the syllabus and required materials when I got a text from my gf (who had just read the post).

Human Lie Detector … “meet” the Bull$hit Detector.

She called … a rare occurrence that prompted attention.

For the last handful of months, I have been prepping to go into formal training for reading body language.

I discovered through a series of events that I literally see things differently. I see “fingerprints” in terms of shapes of people, and when something is “off” I see the person in black and white (while everyone else is in color).

I didn’t have the vocabulary to understand what I was seeing and having never been asked how I know what I know - it didn’t occur to me that what I had was a gift.

Also from this point forth, our hallway parties shall now be called “celebrity endorsed and attended hallway party” just for shits and giggles.

“He knows what they are right?”

“Yep, and how cool is that!!”

We then set up with boxed wine (in a decanter of course) served in our newly acquired Waterford crystal glasses … #poshandpodunk … and set up in the hallway with our neighbors on the floor of our very fancy apartment building.

My entire life I’ve been labeled as being “perceptive” but I have never been asked to explain how I concluded what I concluded.

How do you quantify perception?

I’m not sure, but historically, I’ve been rewarded with few questions asked.

People just say “that’s just Jen, this is what she does.”

In this experience, I discovered I’m gifted.

Before we hit alligator alley (the road that goes across the state of Florida on the southern tip), we stopped off at a McDonalds to use the restroom and grab some food. As we were pulling into the parking lot, the founder asked if I would like to drive.

"I'd like to cross 'drive a Ferrari' off my life list, so yes," I said excited.

I didn't need medicine, I needed to develop coping skills, and with that came the knowledge that things don't bother me the same way (stressors or people) when I'm taking care of myself.

What do I "want to do" or "where I will be in 10 years?" As you can see, I have absolutely no idea, but I am completely okay with the post starting with "this post was so difficult because I'm not that person anymore."

I will never admit to knowing what I am doing, but I'm doing it, and there's nothing crazy about that.