I want to be excited sexually, stimulated intellectually and supported emotionally.

In that order.

Grazing my skin with comparisons

Hypotheticals tickling lashes

I have nothing clever or beautiful to write.

I have so many unfinished entries.

I have trouble sleeping at night.

My therapist has me doing this imago “homework” and honestly I just feel like it’s irresponsible because it’s putting me in a real dark place.
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There’s a popular anecdote about an economics professor that averages his students’ exam grades to teach them about socialism

The first exam everyone gets a “B” and the kids that studied hard are displeased and the kids that barely studied are thrilled.
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I think I want a kid.

Which is problematic considering Mason and I always agreed we definitely do not want kids.

Like I might be one of the biggest nerds ever. I get excited explaining the molecular level of a biological process. I attack complicated calculus problems like a puzzle I have to solve. But this expectation for flawless execution... for perfection as a measurment of understanding, for success, it's honestly such bullshit. It's fucking pretentious ( Read more... )

I’m actually really good at calculus and I like it a lot.

I’ve started working with Dr. McCracken as her research assistant. She mostly wants me to help her write her book about the process of collaborative based participatory research, and how she applied it in her research with incarcerated women. It’s hard and I may be in over my head here. We’ ( Read more... )

Kirk left for Budapest today. I’d like to write about it. Write about him and how much he means to me. How he made all of us a family. But right now, I’m just too sad. I’ll try again tomorrow.

108 pages in. Still clich