You associate happiness with children and believe that misery is a sign of maturity. When bad things happen to the good person you want yourself to be, you consider it validation, proof you are truly an adult now that you endure things you never imagined when you were a kid. You see your life as significant when you find yourself screwing it up ( Read more... )

I don't mind if someone tells me that I don't seem to fit in this dimension, that I seem to have come from somewhere else. It's been said before. I may cackle if someone describes me as "ethereal" and wonder about the drug abuse history of someone who calls me an "angel" in a non-ironic way, but I don't have a problem with people who think that ( Read more... )

My problem this year is that I put all of my eggs in just half a dozen baskets, when I really should have them in at least two dozen baskets. Of course, this isn't easy when you have only one egg. I'm hoping I can find a really amazing omelette recipe. If I combine my egg and that black fungus from the Thai grocery in just the right way, do I ( Read more... )

I'm having one of those days where I alternate between a firm belief that I must do thirty-eight things as soon as possible and an equally firm (yet clearly not stable) belief that anything I do is useless, utterly useless, and I may as well give up on it all right now. Firm, yet somehow unstable beliefs are such annoying little oxymorons. (In ( Read more... )

Downstairs just now I saw a note on the household message board which made me angry. You know how sometimes something someone says will leave you lightly frothing at the mouth and it's all the more frustrating because you know that there's nothing you can do for a few hours anyway? I hate that. I hate it even more when the person I'm angry with ( Read more... )

Look, I am hardly qualified to be a grammar maven. Among other things, I pepper my writing with sentence fragments, I am overfond of use of "but" as a conjunction, I sometimes perpetrate run-on sentences that could enter and possibly win the Boston Marathon, I love to cruelly split infinitives, and I will surely be arrested one day for punctuation ( Read more... )

Oh good grief ( Read more... )

If you're one of those people who have an overabundance of energy--or would have if you got to sleep at a more reasonable hour instead of spending half the night watching TV or surfing online--and you're complaining that your life is empty because you never bother to get off your ass and follow your dreams because it's so much easier to sit around ( Read more... )

Rationality? Goodbye. Logic? Pffft. Sanity? What have you done for me lately? Leave me alone, the whole lot of you. Here I've been patiently being reasonable and logical all this time and where has it gotten me? Sitting miserably at home dehydrating myself because logic tells me things will keep getting worse and I can't stop crying ( Read more... )

If there is anything more frustrating than having a brain which refuses to work properly, it's having a brain which is quite willing to work--but not in the ways you need it to work at the time. My brain today would love to make intuitive leaps and connections, to range far and wide in airy realms (or possibly watery realms? cloudy realms? the ( Read more... )