So, something occurred to me. I am not a man, and I have proof. I don’t own a house, nor do I pay on a mortgage. I am not married, nor have I ever had a fiancé. My last girlfriend was over a decade ago. I do not have children (sired, hired, or otherwise). I …
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How Soon Is Tomorrow
Tired eyed and stumbling. Speeding up time, the pattern is seen. Day, to day, to day. I miss the future. A decade ago, there was hope. Like all of my tomorrows were a treasure. Like time was my greatest resource. Like the presence of time itself meant I had all I needed to convene with …
Close Encounters for the Third Time
For the first time in my life, I was finally able to sit through a viewing of Close Encounters of the Third Kind without getting freaked the fuck out. Finally, I was able to follow the plot, feel something for the characters, and get thrilled at the end sequence instead of averting my eyes every …
Unmotivation
I’m sitting here at the very tail end of the weekend, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve completely wasted my time. Trying to find the words to say, to put together, to make myself feel like I’ve done something, like I’ve not let 56 hours of my life slip by with nothing to …
Diarrhea of the Mouth
A character flaw has recently come to my attention. Apparently, I have a tendency to tell stories from my life as an automatic response to memories triggered by the current conversation. You talk about being an english major, and I wax on about the three times I took the same literature class. You bring up …