I have to take a moment to reflect on how blessed I’ve been lately, and in what ways. Ever since July, I’ve found pockets in my life in which the world has stopped turning. I take for granted how much my life lacks the hectic dysfunctionality of family, and it was nice to be in… Continue reading A warm reflection on those few weeks where the world stopped turning
The Cold Death of the Social Universe
I never envisioned turning 31 and being alone. Thirty, as minuscule as it is, was always enough of an abstraction that it just seemed like an age where many monumental life events already occurred. An age with checkboxes ticked for something approximating marriage or at least being with who I’d probably marry, maybe children already… Continue reading The Cold Death of the Social Universe
stripping evil of its power
I stumbled upon the tail end of a Twitter discussion (no idea how or why) that went something like this: Person 1: You don’t think we should protect people from hate speech and/or harassment? Person 2: We should “protect” people by speaking back, not silencing those we disapprove. Evil thrives in darkness. Expose it & debate.… Continue reading stripping evil of its power
On Boiling in False Social Frustration
Twisted, that I can host a party with a billion people and in the following days spend the better part of a week slow boiling in social frustration. Yet, here I am. I’ve touched on how constant attrition wears me down in my piece on ‘the Friends Carousel‘, and it’s true. I’ve burned a few… Continue reading On Boiling in False Social Frustration
The Brutality of Words, thoughts on respect included
Words matter. I know this more than pretty much anyone. Probably my ugliest side is the aspect of James who, in a rush of hurt or anger or disrespect or flood of any negative energy, brandishes words like a weapon. I’ve worked on it and really struggled, but in spite of all improvement, I still… Continue reading The Brutality of Words, thoughts on respect included
Tiny Windows
There’s a clock in this apartment. After 8 months, I still don’t know where, but I hear it. I hear it constantly. What do clocks do? They tick. They tick like a never ending itch, reminding me of the one thing I can count on in my life; consistency. My ears just want to scratch… Continue reading Tiny Windows
The Friends Carousel
The list of things they never prepare you for in adulthood grows like mold spores in a flooded basement. If we are the sum of our decisions, then the equations our lives generate infinitely varies, however, the patterns carry recognizable similarities. For instance, all my friends who did the settle down then have kids early… Continue reading The Friends Carousel