I went to bed with Hillary predicted as the winner and woke up in some alternate reality where Trump won, instead. It didn't seem real. I'd stood out in the cool, dark night for two hours to cast my ballot. Surely, this couldn't be my reward. It felt as though I were living in one of those sci-fi shows where they go back in time to experience ( Read more... )

Whenever a toy company produces a TV show, it's easy to assume their main goal is selling toys. However, when I recently finished the fourth season of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, I was surprised to find it made me laugh and cry. Then I read online that a lot of adults, mainly men, are fans of the show ( Read more... )

There was a big electronic sign on the way to work that said "6 miles, 6 minutes," causing me to wonder what the point was. I'm not going to get there any faster, whether I know or not, and, even if it was "6 miles, 36 minutes," I'd just have to sit in traffic, anyway. Maybe if it warned "6 miles, 60 minutes," I could take one of the exits or ( Read more... )

I saw a caterpillar on the sidewalk while walking to my car to run errands during lunch yesterday and thought, "Oh, cool! A caterpillar ( Read more... )

I recently realized feelings aren't as random as they seem. They are like the dots that make up pointillist paintings. Seen as a group, they are also similar to wanting to tell a friend that you have developed a type of gum that will allow you to fly up to three feet off the ground. If you just came out and said it, they'd never believe you, and ( Read more... )

There's nothing quite like being uprooted from everything you know and being forced to fight for your livelihood. In the thick of things, no one cares what your title is or what you've done before. All they care about is getting from Point A to Point B. If you have the audacity to question why, you can bet it won't go unpunished, for you aren't ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed the sensuality of reading? If you don’t care, you skate by quickly, not wanting to soil your shoes. But when you do--when you really do--you take her in more deeply than touch. You taste and savor--then taste her again--for once is never enough ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I had a spectacular run. Two or three times a week, I decide to run up the biggest hill around here (not that it is that steep but it’s bad enough). Usually, partway up, I wonder what possessed me to do this and have to work hard to distract myself from feeling sluggish, slow, and old. Okay, so I always make it to the top. That doesn ( Read more... )

Why does sadness feel like my hometown or, at least, a neighborhood I know well? Why do darker emotions feel more real than happier ones? Like I can only be happy, if I ignore the facts?
( What Feels More Real )

The best kind of crush is one that provides the maximum amount of excitement with the least after taste of rejection. Ideally, the object of your attention should never realize you get a thrill every time you see her. Otherwise, things could get strained or weird between you, which takes away the fun of it.
( The Anatomy of Good and Terrible Crushes Vs. Love )