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WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: The High Road
Lately I've been considering the high road, and the taking of, a lot. Mostly because it doesn't really get you anywhere, and it sucks. It's more effort for little pay-off. The only pay-off you get is smug self-satisfaction at being the Bigger Person. But you know what the littler person who just made those snippy or judgy or asshatty comments feels ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: The Sheen of Recovery
You can probably notice a person trying to recover from depression from a mile away. They are the person with their eyes wide open and a fake smile plastered on their face, talking about how much they love their life, how grateful they are for everything and everyone, glitter, magic, unicorns, bullshit ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: Vulnerability, Friendship, Women
I'm having trouble updating this project. When I think about what to post, I either feel it's going to come across as whining, or as participating in a pissing contest. We're not supposed to complain. We're supposed to be grateful for how lucky we are. Life teaches us to build up walls around ourselves. Life teaches us we need to be protected ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: Death
Somehow as a small child, maybe 3 or 4, I had acquired the belief that death meant going away (where?) for fifty (why fifty?) years, and then returning, so when our neighbor's father died, I didn't think much of it and remember trying to console my family with an earnest, "Don't worry, he'll be back." This was the first (that I recall) of the many ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: Music
I'm of the belief if you claim to like everything, then you probably don't like anything genuinely. The more you like something, like music, the less broad your tastes are. You go deep, not wide. I've been called a snob before, and I'm okay with that ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: Wanting
For about half of my life I have wanted two things ( Read more... ) -
WE ARE ALL LYING HERE: An Introduction
I consider this to be a month-long project of returning to my roots, of sorts. For years, through my late teens and mid-twenties, I updated LiveJournal religiously, sometimes posting three, four, five times a day. It was my catharsis as well as my chronicle. Often, it was even more than that; it was my stability, my friend--and that's not touching ( Read more... )