The one where my heart races and I procrastinate one day too many
I grew up at 1922 Adams Street. It was a duplex my parents owned. We lived in the downstairs and had a lovely upstairs…
It seems that we are travelers here. Travelling from moment to moment but we have forgotten.
My love is a paradox
Either it kills or it grows
I’m a philosophy major at heart.
I love thinking, arguing with reason, writing argumentative essays, pondering on possibly unanswerable questions.
The ability to think clearly and rationally is probably the most powerful weapon a man can have.
It has been a rough three days since my last post, during which I have been suffering and now recovering from Hand Foot and Mouth disease. I am now scarred physically (hopefully only temporarily) and emotionally from this experience. The emotional scarring came from feeling about 30–40 years older than I am (31)…
I love sports.
I also love being able to walk, however, so there’s a few that as I’ve gotten older have dropped off my routine. Football? Sorry. I love you, but I’ve had enough concussions. Lacrosse? You look super interesting but I still don’t understand the game and I’m…
If you could cast one spell with great mastery, what would it be? I’d like to be able to grow anything on command. When I visualize what I want to grow & how it looks in my mind’s eye, that is what I can cast with a wave of my hand. If I wave my hand at a barren area of soil, even cement…
My partner is on vacation this week, and today we’re taking an adventure back to my old house in upstate NY so that we can get my furniture and move it all back to the new house in New England. This is the last time that I will ever have a good reason (I think/if I can help it) to be in that part of…
If you were to ask me, I would say that the most difficult part about being an adult is making all of the…
Running against the tide. Dancing with no shoes on. Head thrown back, arms wide. Spinning against a midnight moon. Lost in a sea of movement. These are the things dreams are made of. A broad smile. Feelings of overwhelming joy. Pure happiness just to be. There. No worries. No cares. No tomorrow. No…
I find it really interesting how different people respond to different methods of management.
Personally I hate being shouted at. To be honest I also don’t like being told nicely that I did something wrong but that’s just because I feel like…
29. What’s wrong?
I don’t know. He doesn’t know. We never know.
It’s a constant push and pull battle between us, trying to figure out what’s wrong in each other’s lives, constantly trying to fix parts of each other.