This was my Weekend
I stand watching four handsome firemen extinguish my car engine, which had spontaneously caught fire at 70 mph on the freeway.
Are you f-ing kidding me?
That’s really what happened.
Don’t worry. I’m all in one piece. But, I must be freaking out. Right? I mean, I have no job, and now I am sans vehicle in a city that has a crappy public transit system, which makes any kind of temp work or job hunting immeasurably more difficult. Time to panic, right? Continue reading
Some days, from the moment I wake up until the time I go to sleep, are just plain bad. No matter how much positive thinking I do, I can’t shake the negativity. It’s like the 24-hr-cold of emotion.
Today was such a day.
I’m not telling you this to get sympathy. I don’t expect you to care. Honestly. But I noticed that I deal with these kinds of days differently than I used to, and I hope that my transparency can be of some use. Continue reading
I’ve been sick all day which has given me a lot of time to do nothing but watch movies, suck on 27 cough drops and lay around thinking about life. Today, I was prepared to write a long post about self-awareness, but instead I want to write about an idea that has been haunting my thoughts for a few weeks now: being weird.
Like everyone else, I grew up in a culture from which I learned valuative norms, that is, which things are good or bad, right or wrong, weird or normal. As a child I saw my friends strive to fit within these norms, as did I, in order to avoid conflict and receive love and acceptance from parents and other authority figures.
On some level I thought fitting in would make me happy even though it oftentimes meant squashing my true nature–my creativity, intuition, ambitions, etc. Many of my friends were much better at squashing than I was, and I often felt like a Weirdo. Continue reading
A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie. ~Charles Edward Montague, Disenchantment
Those who think it is permissible to tell white lies soon grow color-blind. ~Austin O’Malley Continue reading