Category Archives: 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
Never Mind
No post today, sorry. Might put it up tomorrow instead. If not, I’ll see you all on Monday. Go give somebody you like a hug.
Filed under Microblogging, My Life
Massive Damage
My body hurts. That’s the trouble with making yourself vulnerable: it leaves you vulnerable. Who knew?
I suppose grief is like exercise, in that way. It leaves you sore and exhausted, and too much will destroy you. But if you can push through the pain without injury, if you can embrace it and let it flow through you instead of flinching away, you’ll come out stronger in the end.
I think the muscle grief exercises is the heart.
Longer post tomorrow. Can’t promise it will be good. Dear readers, I apologize, but you may have to indulge me a little. Thank you for your patience. I love you (all three of you) very much.
Filed under Microblogging, My Life, Poetry
In Search of Secrets 