He was a stranger, and he knew which car in the parking lot at work was hers. She knew that he'd been watching her, but only because of the notes he left on her windshield. He knows who he is, and he is not ashamed of himself. He knows what he did, and he doesn't … Continue reading A shortlist of men I wish that I could hex, but I just don’t have the energy
I am going to drop kick the next person who tells me that they are ~*a little OCD*~ straight into the next century. My debilitating disorder is not your cutesy quirk. You don't get to make light of something that causes me absolute anguish. I don't say that I'm a little asthmatic because I get winded climbing … Continue reading Peeling skin: on being “a little OCD”
Y'all, it is World Suicide Prevention Day. While it's a probably trite thing to say, from the bottom of my heart I want you to know that life gets better. It is so worth living, and happiness (or, at the very least, passive contentedness) is out there, even if you can't see it yet. Some … Continue reading Make sure you stop to see the weird bugs
It has been increasingly difficult lately to give myself the space to be a human being. I am not inclined to be patient, I have no desire to be strong for the sake of strength, and I would mostly like to succumb to a depression nap, almost all of the time. Showing myself a little … Continue reading I’m positive.
The first day at THE Big Fancy University™ has officially come and gone, and I have already acquired an education. Among the many things I have learned today, there are a few takeaways that really stand out: People on 315 don't like it when you maintain a safe following distance with the car in front … Continue reading Hang on, Sloopy
To expand upon my last life update, I was recently hired as a specialist in an inner-city library. If I'm being honest, "specialist" has never been a word that I thought I would ever use to describe myself; it makes me giggle. I wasn't one of those kids with a consistent answer to, "What do … Continue reading A Specialty-less Specialist
The other day, I told an interviewer that my dream job is to be a lion tamer, that my ultimate priority, in general, is to acquire coffee, and that I firmly believe that people in conflict with their co-workers should "do some soul-searching and get over it." Yeah, I got that job, contrary to what … Continue reading Getting a job: not quite lion taming