My mom called me last night to talk about things. It was fine until she brought up my brother. It was his birthday yesterday, which is probably why she called me (after calling him). I’ve explained that my brother is not an emotions guy. Nor is he a talk with no purpose guy (unless an… Continue Reading
Many years ago during W’s first term as president, my brother and I got into an argument. It was about the next election and who we were voting for. My brother wasn’t thrilled with W, but leaned towards voting for him because W was purportedly a Christian and moral values and blah, blah, blah. Side… Continue Reading
There’s a thread in the weekend forum post on Ask A Manager about guilty confessions. I liked the idea so I’m going to do a post about it because why the hell not? Guilty or not, here are some confessions. 1. I hate traveling. I hate it a lot. Everyone talks about how great it… Continue Reading
Most of the time, I don’t care about being a freak. In fact, dare I say it, I revel in it and don’t mind rubbing it in others’ faces from time to time. Not often, but once in a while, just pointing out that not everybody walks down the well-trodden path is not a bad… Continue Reading
For most of my life, I have been focused on all my flaws. I could barely see any of my positives and I was unhappy with myself in general. The psychologist Carl Jung talks about the shadow as the dark, negative side of a person that they either are unaware exists or actively try to… Continue Reading
One thing I don’t talk about often any longer is my sleep issue. In part, it’s because I no longer have one. Well, actually, that’s a large part. It would be boring for me to write a thousand-plus words about how well I sleep every few months. But, a retrospective of how I got here?… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I wrote about Kathleen, my oldest friend and one of my two best friends. Today, I’m going to write about my second-oldest friend and other best friend, Ian. We met on Twitter in 2012 during the elections. We both were night owls so we would chat in the wee hours of the night. I… Continue Reading
I met Kathleen when I was twenty-two. It was at a nonprofit for at-risk youth, which is now defunct. It was a toxic workplace where people worked for ages and had given up hope of making it better. I was hired as a Day Treatment counselor and not trained at all. Yes, they expected a… Continue Reading
I am different than most people, and I’m fine with it. I don’t like what other people like for the most part, and I do not participate in discussions about those things because there really is no purpose to it. It’s interesting. There’s a letter at Ask A Manager from a person who is an… Continue Reading
When I first woke up from being unconscious for a week, I counted in days. The first day I was awake, the second day, etc. I talked to both Ian and K the second day I was awake, and I remember both of the conversations. Or monologues, to be more accurate. I just babbled at… Continue Reading