If I’m being totally honest, I am terrified of having a son. I don’t think I get men. No wait, I do get men. And when I say I get men, I mean I have put a lot of work into appreciating my sense of self, I really couldn’t care what goes on in a … Continue reading Dear Son,
My favourite things about people is that we are such paradoxes, or lazy and unmotivated, depending on how you look at it. We say we want to be happy, but stay in unfulfilling jobs and relationships. We say we want to be successful, but do nothing about that idea we had. We want to be … Continue reading What do we want? Control over our own bodies. When do we want it? Now!
I have this admiration for people, especially women, who are forward. I mean forward about sex. I guess it is because I struggle so much with social interactions, to be able to walk up to someone and go, “hey, I wanna have sex with you” feels like a stunt out of a super hero movie. … Continue reading A little forwardness, that’s all I ask.
The year was two thousand and fifteen. Young, ignorant me was excited about the new year. I truly believed it was going to be my best year yet. I really did. It makes me laugh(and sometimes cry) to think about now naively optimistic I was. I guess I just needed the hopeful illusion. Two Thousand … Continue reading On change.
I think it was Ernest Hemingway that once said, “I have never met a happy thinker.” And boy, he couldn’t have been any more correct. Now I am not saying I am a sad thinker, but I will say this, my life would be a lot more easier if I thought about things just a … Continue reading we live,we learn.
So, it is no secret I love comedy series. There is this comedy TV series titled “Happy Endings.” I think I mostly like it because it is such a simple show. You know, you don’t have to think when watching it. It is not like The Big Bang Theory where they are always talking about … Continue reading YOU WHO FOCUS ON FIFTEEN-SIXTEENTHS OF A MAN.
Can I just say, I did not look forward to turning twenty. I mean, as long as I had "teen" in my age's spelling, I had the right to feel like someone's baby. which I guess was somewhat comforting because I have never really felt like anyone's baby. The thought of turning twenty gave me … Continue reading Being Twenty