One thing I’ve been harping on lately is my incredulity that people are incredulous that other people don’t think like them/act like them/believe what they do. I was reading old Ask A Manager posts, and the commentariat went off on a tangent about eating when you’re in a foreign country. Someone commented on how she… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was talking about how when I was young, I didn’t see a future for me. I mean that both literally and figuratively. I did not see myself being alive or wanting to be alive. I honestly thought I’d be dead by my mother’s age (which at that time was 55, so… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I wrote about sleep and how mine has been getting more erratic in the past few months. I was not sure why because it’s been pretty consistent since I left the hospital. A tight eight hours, waking up once to pee. Yes, I had been pushing the time back later and later, but I… Continue Reading
For whatever reason, today is a blah kind of day. I had a rough sleep night, which…I’m worried. Before I ended up in the hospital, i had shitty sleep. I was legendary for it, honestly. When I was in college, I got four hours a night and was barely functioning. With Taiji, I inched my… Continue Reading
I’m almost two years old. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. Nearly two years ago, I died twice and came back twice. It’s my re-birthday and is more important to me than my actual birthday. That’s not saying much, really, because I hated my birthday for most my life. I was a depressed kid–deeply depressed–who… Continue Reading
I’m coming up on two years of bonus days. That’s a lot of extra time, and I’m still grateful every day for it. The thing, though, is that I’m no longer assuming that it’s just borrowed time. I mean, it’s not just borrowed time. I don’t know when I’ll die for the third and presumably… Continue Reading
So, I was talking yesterday about being outside the box in so many categories. K said that it gave me a unique perspective, which is true. But it’s also alienating. Most of the time, whatever I think/feel is outside the norm. Basic things like can people of different genders be friends? I have known so… Continue Reading
I was talking to K today and mentioned my frustration with being outside all categories. In general, I’m fine with it. It is, as the kids say, what it is. But, once in a while, it just irritates me because I would like to feel included in the converastion. We talked about gender and what… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I was writing about culture and how those who are outside it. Today at Ask A Manager, Alison reran a question about what topics you should not talk about at work. She gave a pretty standard response, and commenters in the commentariat ran with it. The very first commenter said something about avoiding G.R.A.P.E.S.… Continue Reading
I think often about culture because I’m so often outside it. I am in a culture that is a guess culture (Midwestern) and one that is even more a guess culture (Taiwanese). When my parents were here, my father would ask me I wanted to eat whatever they were eatting–like special delicacies such as mooncakes.… Continue Reading