In my last post, I talked about my issues with dating–and why I want to try it again. I also wrote about why the idea was daunting–or rather, why I really, really, really like my own company. And my cat, Shadow! He’s my best companion. I noted that one of my issues with dating is that as… Continue Reading
I haven’t dated in over a decade. The last time I was with someone, he love-bombed me to the point that we were planning on forever being together. It was all him, honestly, and my desire to be with someone (and to please the person I’m with) that made me go along with it. I’m… Continue Reading
“You are a literal walking miracle.” That was what the nurse said when she came to do my weekly at-home checkup after I left the hospital. I understood what she was trying to say, and I came up against it again and again every time I met with a medical person–or just talked to… Continue Reading
It’s been six months since I had my medical trauma. It feels like no time has passed and all the time in the world has passed simultaneously. The first month after I came home from the hospital, it was all I could think about–when I was awake. Not why it happened to me because I’m… Continue Reading
I have a terrible time making decisions. It’s because my mother has a habit of questioning her decisions, no matter what they are. More to the point, she won’t accept an answer to her question without bringing it to at least two other people. Ian wondered why she asked me questions when she immediately went… Continue Reading
One of the major tenets of Taiji (if not the major one) is to be as lazy as possible in your movements. My teacher has to emphasize this with Americans because our society is very much no pain, no gain–give it 110% (which drives me crazy when people say that because it is literally impossible.… Continue Reading
I’ve really been feeling myself lately. As I wrote in a recent post, I’m cute as fuck! Which is nothing notable, except I spent all of my life before going into the hospital either absolutely hating myself and thinking I was grotesque and ugly to determinedly neutral (but not really neutral) about it. I was… Continue Reading
I can’t stop thinking about my brother saying of course I didn’t like movies because I was two steps ahead of the plot at all times (because of my high sensitivity to people’s emotions). Funnily enough, that’s why I enjoy mystery books–because I know who the perp is halfway into the novel. I usually know… Continue Reading
Before my experience with, well, death, I considered myself a cranky old lady who was a mild version of the ‘well, actually’ dude that everyone hates. I had a mania for the truth in part because I grew up with very unreliable narrators (my parents). My mother forgets the bad things that happen or spins… Continue Reading
Blogging is dead. I know this and yet…. The written word is my forte. I am at my best when I can take my time and put some thought into what I’m saying. It’s why I prefer email to texting as well. I like the asynchronous nature of the medium and if I need to… Continue Reading