The Problem With Self Help

I’m writing this on Saturday, just before noon, so, um, oops. Turns out I’m a tiny bit of a liar because here I am, doing the thing I said I wouldn’t do today. In my last post, I expressed my exhaustion and my overwhelming frustration with life. I’ve run out of emotions! I didn’t knowContinue reading “The Problem With Self Help”

Note to Self: It’s Okay To Take A Break

I’m so distracted and out of focus. I can’t hold onto a thought, let alone follow it to a logical and meaningful conclusion. Sure, my attention span is woefully lacking on a good day. It’s so short, calling it a span seems like a gross overestimation of my ability to process real-time information. A spanContinue reading “Note to Self: It’s Okay To Take A Break”

You Can’t Complain!

Oh, I beg to differ, and I’m mildly offended. You’re seriously underestimating my abilities. What’s this “can’t” word you speak of? It does not compute, register, or sound like a word spoken in the queens English. I can’t, allegedly, complain? Girrrl. Boyyy. Um, insert your preferred pronoun, and own it loud and proud, my friend.Continue reading “You Can’t Complain!”

Well That Was Refreshing

A few days ago, I posted a picture on Instagram wearing a mask and hashtagged it wear your damn mask. It’s not a political statement. The only agenda I’m pushing is one where I don’t die from the thing that I cannot mention. You know it. You hate it as much as I do. IContinue reading “Well That Was Refreshing”

There’s A Glass On A Table

There’s an empty glass sitting on a table, and someone walks over with a jug of water. They start to pour the water, and we sit there, transfixed. We watch the clear liquid cascade out of the jug like a waterfall in miniature. Water hits the bottom of the glass. It splashes, almost violently, againstContinue reading “There’s A Glass On A Table”

A Realist Walks Into A Magical Forest

The wind is howling outside my window. I think the building just shuddered or was that a flinch? The glass is rattling. The trees are bending and twisting. How can something so sturdy bend like that? Do they practice yoga when we’re not looking, or is it a more primordial art? They have to doContinue reading “A Realist Walks Into A Magical Forest”

As Controversial As A Porg

I’m going to say something so controversial that I think some of you might never talk to me again. There will be rage, hurt, and maybe some tears. Strong emotions. Overwhelming? Perhaps, but just know that your feelings are valid. How you express these feelings might need some fine-tuning. Yell into a pillow and notContinue reading “As Controversial As A Porg”

A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies

Time. A swirling vortex of mass, substance, and neon luminescent gas. Ever-changing, evolving, turning itself inside and out. A chameleon and a con man. The good guy and the villain. The hero and the arch-nemesis. All-consuming and apathetic. It is everything and it is nothing at all. An illusion. A game. A lie, but oneContinue reading “A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies”

The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey

“Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.” ― Henry Miller I’ve been stuck in a time loop for a few weeks so maybe this is coming from a place of madness, loneliness, or too much alone time with my demons. Isolated in my eight hundredContinue reading “The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey”

The Existential Crisis Of Chipmunk Urine

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”  ― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul I struggle to consolidate the differences between what I expected from life and how life has turned out. The dreams I had whenContinue reading “The Existential Crisis Of Chipmunk Urine”