In yesterday’s post, I was talking about a Taiwanese pop song that I really liked, but could not find online. It came up when I was on Zoom with my parents after my father sang several songs, one after the other. I did not want to interrupt him because he has so little that gives… Continue Reading
The last time I talked to my parents (before tonight), it was on Zoom the night before yesterday. It was mostly my mother and I talking because my father is not all there these days. His dementia is getting worse by the day, and it’s really sad to see. Side note: No matter how bad… Continue Reading
I don’t want to be normal. I have gotten past that for the most part, and I know that I would be miserable trying to be a normie. I mean, I try to fit in as best as I can without making it uncomfortable for me, but at the heart of it and me, I… Continue Reading
I’m in my mid-fifties and just coming to grips with me being neurodivergent. I spent most of my early days thinking there was something seriously wrong with me, which I touched on in past posts. In the last one, I talked about how my mother’s very old-fashioned Taiwanese expectations of gender really messed me up.… Continue Reading
I’m back with even more musing about lying. Here’s yesterday’s post on the subject, and about a sprinkling about other things, too. I talked to my mother earlier tonight, and I was hyper-aware of how she was lying to herself. My father has dementia. My mother knows this and tries to get my father to… Continue Reading
I have one more post in me about lying, telling the truth, and how the twain shall never meet. This was my last post on the subject, in which I just meandered all over the place. In this post, I want to talk about how I don’t knowingly lie to myself, but how my anxiety… Continue Reading
I’m back to talk more about honesty, lying, having a bad memory, and how I deal with it. Here is my post from yesterday in which I talk about why I hammer out what I remember all the time. I did it before my medical crisis because of how everyone else in my family deep-sixed… Continue Reading
I don’t have a problem lying to other people, but I really don’t like lying to myself. This is another post about truth and lies. Here is my post from yesterday, in which I explored what lying meant to me and why I did not have a problem doing it in certain situations. There was… Continue Reading
I am a liar. I can admit this here. Not about anything I deem important to people I deem important, which is an important distinction to me. I have said to my friends that I am not a moral person, and they have disagreed with me. They have told me that I’m a very moral… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was talking about when I had no problem lying and when I had to tell the truth. It gets murky because I am not always sure about what is really the truth. Also, memory is expansive, and we know that it changes every time you think about soomething. I said yesterday… Continue Reading