The other day someone messaged me asking if I was enjoying my ‘crazy life’. I replied I was, but something about the wording has stuck with me for the last week. Why is my life crazy?
Would it be crazy if I moved to a big city in the USA? Would it be crazy if I moved across the United States? Would it be crazy if I moved to another English-speaking country? Is it only crazy, because I am living in a foreign country that doesn’t speak English?
Every year I set resolutions for myself and in many ways they end up not being completed, so the resolution rolls onto the next year. Forever snowballing forward into the future years. In the past this really bothered me and made me realize maybe I was not good at completing resolutions. What I have learned instead is that there is no issue with my resolutions, rather that I may be a bit too ambitious. Continue reading “Re-visiting Resolutions”
When I was in middle school and high school I used to write a lot of poetry, not that it was great but I enjoyed expressing myself that way. Now I don’t do it, but maybe once or twice a year and it is a fleeting thing that normally gets thrown out and never sees the light of day. I’m not the best poet, I don’t really follow any rules, it’s just a way and format to express myself as feelings are rolling through me. So here is my first attempt at a poem in a while. Continue reading “I’ve Got No Energy For You Now”
As I age, I reflect on the things I want and wonder if at some point the way our capitalistic society works is working against us? Recently, in my vicinity a lot of people are pregnant or giving birth to babies, it makes me question if I will ever have the chance myself. While it pains me it made me think about how society has changed and what affects it might have on us psychologically. Continue reading “Bonds of the Future”
There is probably one word that divides us more than other words when it is mentioned. Not everyone likes to talk about it, wants to admit it, or maybe they don’t even think it exists. But to say it doesn’t exist and it can’t be talked about is like wiping your hands clean of something you know you can make a difference in. It’s knowing that if you thought really hard about it, it is a part of your daily life, whether you want to admit it or not. So let’s talk a little about that word. Continue reading “Let's Address the P Word.”
Before I even get started I already know my mother is going to say, “Watch your fuckin’ mouth your grandparents read this!” Yes, I know, thanks for the warning mom.
Today as I was leaving work I had this fantastical conversation in my head. Fucking marvelous! What was it? The correlation between language use and its fucking relationships. It was a pretty brilliant conversation and now I need to recall what I was thinking three hours ago, so shit let’s try and recall some of that. Continue reading “Language Use and Its Fucking Relationships”