Church was fucking boring.
I remember hating it from the very beginning.
I would have to sit there for two hours at a time, listening to some self important, hypocritical ‘elder’ make hour long talks on a portion of the bible.
Bring the horror. I’ve already resigned myself to a Trump win. In fact, I’m pretty much hoping for it at this point. Why? Because we…
This will only make sense, if you have read this first:
https://medium.com/@xseedinglysat/today-a4d208ca15ba?source=linkShare-4d3a3cc850d4-1478647960
“Hey. How was your day?” I asked.
Who are you?
Today I was asked whether what I do defines who I am. It was an unexpected question, from an unlikely…
I asked N to have one thing to tell me when I pick him up.
I said I would reciprocate. I would have one interesting thing to tell him.
His response?
I am soon to be 30(28 now), I mean on my late twenties. But the truth is I still don’t know how do people fall in love or what really love is or Is there is a thing called love really exists.
In my time — a million years ago — the first step in learning a new language was to…
I’ve been feeling stuck lately. I couldn’t find anything to do that was making sense for me. So I would keep myself…
I’ve got so much more waiting to do.
I turn to the guy on my right who I will now refer to as Stripes (I just looked down at his shoes and saw his stripped socks), and he’s on his phone, checking his spotify list for new releases, he then turns to his facebook…
My working days are short. School-time hours fly past when there’s lots to do. And there is lots to do at the moment. I’ve…
Is it the same? To trace one’s finger down the side of a flame. Curious. Drawn. Afraid. Warmth. Pain. To touch the source would be to extinguish its light. A delicate dance, no doubt. A twirl of the glass. A sip. A look away as he returned to his seat. A careful study of the nape of his neck. An envious…
Earlier this year, about three major life changes showed their faces. They each told me in very clear terms, that they are coming and avoiding them is just a waste of my time and energy.
I am drunk right now. I don’t drink much, but I think I finished a bottle of white wine and it was really nice and I am pleased to be drunk. It has been some time since I let my hair down, let myself let go of control, let myself laugh and be less inhibited.
Fireworks raging, muted by double glazing.
Our first born sleeping down the hall after a marathon effort from her mother to get her to sleep.
Our second born lying on his mother’s chest, comforted, serene.
Today I observed two kids role playing the USA Presidential candidates.
Both of these kids are below 10 years old and are not Americans, though they have obviously picked it up from watching TV.
I sit at my “desk”, an inherited piece of furniture from my husband’s side of the family meant for something else entirely, and gaze out the window trying to make myself dream up some words. I live at the end of a court, my view out of the window is the pretty house across the street, decorated for fall with…
#18
This week holds the anniversary of my brother’s death on the 8th. The 9th would have been his 43rd birthday. The 11th is the day when we are to wear our red poppies and hold a minute’s silence at 11am to give thanks and remembrance for all those (family and otherwise) who fought…
Support. Rallying. Unexpected quarters.
Little things that help you get by.
You wish the support had come in earlier, at the right time, from the right person. But then, you hope, that it will come when the time is right…