I think I've finally found a way to articulate (albeit in a very elementary way) why I have always been confused. I don't know how to divorce the following three categories when attempting to figure out what it is I want to do with my life ( Read more... )

 Strange how school no longer provides me with the feeling of competence that I'd always counted on.

Whenever I buy clothes, I face the conflict of having to choose between quirky, childish, colorful pieces and more adult, conservative, classy apparel. Just today, in the midst of shopping for suit jackets and slacks, I had to force myself away from the racks of plaid bermuda shorts.

There is no happy medium. Just a dichotomy.

This is telling. I am ( Read more... )

It's nights like this, when I'm stuck somewhere between the irritable need to make progress and my utter inability to work, that I become very resourceful with the ways in which I waste time.  Just thinking, really, most of the time. Maybe it's not such a waste of time (blasphemy ( Read more... )

Be gone, naivety, be gone! >:[
 

 What a strange title. But it is late and that is my excuse.

I never thought to write about this to anyone, not even to myself, because it seems like a bruise in a relatively painless childhood. Just a bruise, is all. But it is still interesting to think about sometimes. Perhaps it was more formative than I thought.

Sixth grade gym class. I was and ( Read more... )

 I've always thought of myself as someone who has a reasonably good appreciation for literature. I bend myself to understand the myriad of strange human psyches I encounter in various works and to deal out compassion or rancor as I see fit. I saw myself to be open-minded to all sorts of strange perversions or idiosyncracies that appear in books ( Read more... )

I am shellfish. :]

Does anything good come out of being naive ( Read more... )

1. reply with your name and i will write something i like about you ( Read more... )