Following up on posting unfinished works (varying formats) that will likely never be finished. This was a script loosely based off of an idea of a serial killer character of sorts mixing with the idea of when people coax you into Tupperware (et al.) parties. I was in the process of rewriting the entire part… Continue reading An Intervention (incomplete)
Category: life
Writing that directly ties in to my life as a whole.
All Hail our Meritocratic Overlords
I exist solely in meritocracies. For whatever reason, perhaps due to an inclination toward a quiet personality, I’ve been overlooked my entire life. By early impression, at least. By now I’m used to it. In fact, it has many advantages. During my misassessment I have time to properly gauge everyone around; that whole element of… Continue reading All Hail our Meritocratic Overlords
Why Parenting is Hard
Dad and I were texting a few months ago, in fact, it was a conversation prompted after my piece about untwisting psychological knots that have long restricted me, when he told me how reading it resonated with him in a lot of areas that caught him off guard (more or less). We got to talking… Continue reading Why Parenting is Hard
A Full Circle Sky
A few days ago a friend of mine asked me if I was going to stay up to watch the Blood Moon. I had totally forgot about the lunar eclipse, but prompted me, in my excitement, to ask if she was an astronomy nerd. You see, I’ve always been somewhat of an astronomy nerd, myself, even though I hardly am in practice these days. If nothing else, I could fall asleep under the heavens every night and still be doused in an overwhelming feelings of awe by the stars every night. Light pollution might upset me more than environmental pollution.
When I was a kid, my dad got us a telescope. It was probably just a cheap little kid’s telescope, but it might have been the favorite gift I ever received. We didn’t even get to use it a lot, but the times we got to are some of my most fond memories; standing at the top off our street, trying to figure out how to work the lenses and properly fixate on the moon. I’ve always wanted to get another one, in fact, it is on the top of my wish list with a bike.
On my unlikable side, and being frustrated
When I have downtime, I sometimes find myself tasting bitterness. When this happens, I feel as if I am one of the few terrible people who can have a great day and still feel upset at the world at the end of the day. I’ll reiterate that this kind of thing is pretty rare, but… Continue reading On my unlikable side, and being frustrated
What Stays Personal? Thoughts on Personal Blogging
I am an endangered species – a personal blogger
The blog. A web log. In Internet years, these things have become antiquated. When blogs were new, the concept was mostly personal. You didn’t have news entities or people making a living off of the thing, people just wrote about what they wanted and put it out there. I’d wager that most anyone doing such a thing in the early days of blogging never did this with the idea of anyone else really reading it, we just did it because we could, so why not? It was the same principle as building your own website in the 90’s. You probably had nothing of worth to really share or create, or if you did, you didn’t stick with it long enough to get that good at it, but it was something cool to do online, so why not? There’s no better reason to do anything!
Closely associated with the birth of the blog were services like Xanga and Livejournal, which turned into everyone you knew having one. This was kind of an unfortunate time for the Internet. At least with Tumblr, everyone can just post stupid pictures and quotes, because as soon as most people (kids) start putting down words, it just gets messy.
The Downside to Achieving Goals
Goals. Sometimes you forget that they are meant to be something more than just an aspiration. You set all these goals for yourself. You tell yourself that you’re going to start from a clean slate. You wipe everything clean. You’ve got nothing to lose, and all to gain. You take yourself and shred it into pieces and throw it on the ground, and you make a puzzle out of it. Construct yourself several years from now. You tell yourself what you want to do with your career. You decide you want to be a serial entrepreneur, whatever that means; carve out your own destiny. You nod assuredly, and it’s set. You tell yourself you need to move back to the city. You give another nod, and it’s set. You want to rebuild your eroded social life. Another goal. You tell yourself you have no time for love, well, no time for a relationship, in that sense, you set another goal.
Piece by piece, you create a mosaic of what you want to look like in the near future. One day at a time, you chip away. You move any little thing in your life that you’re able to in order to come closer to becoming that mosaic. Most of the time, the only thing you can do is strengthen a mindset. You know that goals take time. They are abstractions, and you have no idea how or when they will shift from the ethereal to the corporeal. You have to be patient, but you hate being patient. You have no choice. And because you have no other choice, you are patient.
One day, you catch yourself in the mirror, and you pick up on the striking resemblance of that collage; that goal-completed self. You’ve done it, but now what?