I've definitely gone through a fair share of struggles over the past year, and several of the preceding years, too. In 2008- I tried to think my way out, write my way out, argue my way out, and eventually decided that I should have just punched my way out. Sayings like, "it will get better," or "just focus on the positive," are not actually that ( Read more... )

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It is strange to have a grandparent die and then a parent so soon after. When my grandpa died he left a fair bit behind for his kids. When one of those kids dies then it goes on to their kids, allegedly. It is strange to know that less than 50 miles away I can find a temporary cushion to help my life. While my dad didn’t leave me with much- I ( Read more... )

I have this vivid memory of gripping my sand-coated steering wheel last winter with my car door open as I looked back at my mom... and then pressed on the gas. I was so frustrated- the situation had gotten worse, not only were my wheels STILL spinning in the snow, now my steering wheel was covered in sand from my mom's prior attempt (albeit noble) ( Read more... )

I went to Starbucks the other day with my friend Stacy. I mentioned that I knew a guy, John Starbucks, who worked there. Starbucks isn't really his last name, you know that.... right? But it's still really common for people to use these ancient methods of naming people. It's like our Irish folklore friend Fionn... that's not his real name, that ( Read more... )

I've had an interesting few weeks ( Read more... )

There are times that I sit at the computer thinking about all the low-wave radiation that is penetrating my body. Similarly, people worry about sun exposure- as their pasty flesh turnes a vibrant red. I feel fortunate that I do not burn easily ( Read more... )

I cleaned out my car for the first time in... who knows how long. It was, overall, a very revealing situation. My car and I have had an interesting relationship- one which has now turned into an apathetic negligence. I maintained it well. It lost its unique quality when everyone and their sister got one. I got in a minor accident with it. ( Read more... )

I essentially went rummaging through for table scraps this evening. I'm not even prestigious enough to warrant my own steak. Instead, I ate leftovers of a half-eaten steak my mom left in the fridge. I have somehow obtained this fallen status that I try to rid myself of, but it keeps coming back to haunt me. I used to get my own steaks.

Today I was cleaning up mucus-filled dog puke at work, and I thought, "surely this is not my life." I started thinking about it... in all great stories of success there is that low point that embodies the human struggle. I remember a customer saying something once that kindof offended me. He thought the floor looked dirty and he said, "why don't ( Read more... )