What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Left Unsaid August 7, 2018

Fellow bloggers,

Do you ever start to write a blog and then erase it because you know about twelve people will be utterly certain you’re writing about them even though you’re not?
This is going to be one of those.

I get that everyone deals with stress in different ways. We all have coping mechanisms and twitches. Some people read, some run, some drink way too much wine, some people pretend nothing bad is happening.

But here’s the thing: acknowledging that your life isn’t perfect doesn’t make you a “negative person.” I will never understand people who think that acknowledging they chipped a tooth should be frowned upon by society because it isn’t cheerful, meme-based conversation.

Isn’t human communication supposed to be more than cat pictures?

I’m not saying that we should all spend every conversation fighting the good fight for human rights and equality, but if you only tell people the good things that are happening in your life, does anyone actually know who you are as a human? (more…)


Ch-ch-changes June 16, 2017

Hello Lovelies!

I’ve decided it’s time to grow up and be a big kid author. There are, like, marketing plans and things happening. In my new vigor I’ve decided to streamline my social media. The Life Beyond Exaggeration Twitter and Facebook pages are gone. However, this blog is not going anywhere! I will still be blogging away. I’ll just be sharing the blog on my author pages.


So please like those pages to make sure you stay up to date on all my wonderful misadventures!

Now I’m back to Neverland and learning to play the mandolin for Peter Pan!


A Final Farewell August 4, 2014

A few weeks ago, an actor I have worked with in the past put a post up on Facebook. She had been diagnosed with ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease. Her case was advanced, and she would soon have to delete her Facebook account. She said not to feel sorry for her. She had had an amazing life.

Part of me wants to say that she was a great friend and mentor and that the thought of losing her was devastating. But that would be a lie, and she deserves better than that. We did something like 160 performances together. We even lived together for awhile, but we were never close. I was her dance captain, and she had problems remembering her spacing and choreography, as minimal as it was. I couldn’t understand how someone could be in the business for that long and not know how to stand on eight.

None of us knew, not even her, that she was at the early stages of her illness. (more…)


The Media in Social Media March 15, 2014

One summer while I was at summer camp, there was a war in Kosovo. To this day, I really don’t know what it was about. I didn’t even know there was a war until I came home and it was randomly mentioned in conversation. I was a little upset that none of my counselors had even mentioned that our country was at war. Blame it on camp rules or our society’s ability to turn a blind eye to things that are undesirable, but I was alive for an entire war and didn’t know it had happened. (more…)


When Customer Service Fails, Tweet About It February 5, 2014

The following is the full body of an email that I sent to my health insurance company Monday. Please enjoy:
I tweeted earlier from @lbexaggeration about a customer service issue. All I want is a coherent response as to why I have two bills for nearly the same service with a $400 dollar difference in how much I owe. I had the blood drawn at the same doctor. Why do I owe so much this time? The only answers I got either made no sense mathematically (80% of $643 is $514.40, not $443.73) or had nothing to do with my plan. And the number the woman said I should owe wasn’t even the amount on my bill! I asked to speak to a supervisor, and at first she said I should hold, then fifteen minutes later, I was told I would have to be called back because the information wasn’t available. When I questioned her as to why the information she had been looking at wasn’t available anymore, she said it wasn’t the information she couldn’t find, she just hadn’t located a supervisor. She said someone would call back within the half hour. When they called an hour late, I didn’t answer my phone in time. I was not left a voice mail, so I tried to call the number back, which gave me to a person who sent me on an endless chase through the press one press two loop of doom. I hung up and tried again, begging not to be transferred or placed on hold again… I’ve been on hold for another half an hour.
For entertainment purposes, this will be posted on my blog Wednesday at Feel free to drop by. I might even approve your comment. And it will probably be posted on Facebook, too. If I’m going to suffer, my friends should at least get a laugh out of it.
Please forgive the haikus I plan on tweeting later about the Humana loop of doom.
Yours forever in the hold pattern,
Megan Orlowski-Russell