Category Archives: Microblogging
Nature Can Also BEE Terrifying
Filed under Microblogging, My Life
The Past Is for the Future
What good are memories that only hold you back? The purpose of a memory is to inform you now, enrich you here, inspire you today; yesterday is a mere brick in the wall of the present, the house you live in.
To reminisce on the past is to be shaped by it. Are you taking the shape you desire? If your history leaves you misshapen, create a better one: tell yourself the story that has the happy ending. If a wall no longer serves your purpose, tear it down and lay the bricks anew–and if some are cracked or crumbling or toxic with rot, why keep them?
Forgetting is death, and death is scary–but not all death is bad. It’s no tragedy when life is lost, if that life is a malignant cancer; it is no real loss to lose a memory that’s only weighing you down.
Filed under Essays, Microblogging
The Mortifying Ordeal of Being an Introvert Who Craves Attention
How the heck do I reconcile being exhausted by social interaction with feeling like I’ve got frickin’ superpowers when someone shows an interest in me?
Y’all got any pointers?
Filed under Microblogging
Why Am I Like This, pt. II
Me: *keymashing*
Text: “g;dkg;sfsjklf”
Me: hmmmmm
Me: *typing carefully*
Text: “hg;dkga;sfsjklf”
Me: That’s better.
Filed under Microblogging
It Has Its Points
An 80-minute commute is no picnic, but I certainly can’t complain about the view…
Filed under Microblogging, My Life
Absent Mind
Getting real sick of feeling like a shell. Not empty, exactly: all my parts are still here, still have weight and feeling and motion and thought. It’s just that I’ve gone missing.
When the lights are on, but nobody’s home, is there a word for how the home feels?
Filed under Microblogging, My Life, Poetry
In Search of Secrets 