“You know the kind of guy that your friends think you shouldn’t hang out with? The kind that makes them demand a just-so-I-know-you-got-home-call? You are the brain equivalent of that; I don’t know if I should be left alone with you.”
Category: thoughts
Routine
For the last few years, I’ve selected a theme word. Last year the theme was home. The year before that, the theme was nourish. This year, the word is routine. A sequence of actions regularly followed; a fixed program. I like to do a lot of things. I love learning, and I think that a few… Continue reading Routine
Big Breasts and a Memory
Having recently moved, I find myself stumbling into memories as I try to determining how best to live in this space, and as I try to find a place for everything. Upon seeing a book from an African history I took in college in order to fulfill the non-Western, non-European history class requirement, I… Continue reading Big Breasts and a Memory
In an open letter to the man leaving Meijer’s with whom I made eye contact,
“I was thinking weird, funny thoughts when we looked at each other. I think that you were, too. I was thinking about Bernie Sanders; what were you thinking about?”
Writing, Vulnerability and Submission
A while ago, I was a regular attendee of a writing group. That’s what it was in name, and don’t get me wrong, writing was certainly a theme of the group. However, by no means to I believe that everyone was coming to the group for the same reasons. Which is fine. Most groups are… Continue reading Writing, Vulnerability and Submission
In an open letter to people who bemusedly state that they’d like to experience what it’s like to be in my head,
“I am flattered by you. However, I am also a little bothered bothered because each time this idea has been expressed to me, it has come with a distinct, short, time period. You want to spend three and a half hours in my mind….”