I don’t wear a bra. Ever. I think I might have autism. Bear with me because I think these two things are related. Tenuously, maybe, but related, nonetheless. I also think I have OCD traits. This, too, is related. Let’s start with the bra thing. I hate clothing in general. It all feels so restrictive… Continue Reading
I think about the Dunning-Kruger effect from time to time. Probably more often than most people do. Not the Dunning-Kruger effect that most people know (people who are bad at something often underestimate just how bad they are or think they are good at it*.), but the second effect that no one ever talks about.… Continue Reading
When I tured twenty-six, my mother commented that she had my brother at that age. I had nothing to say to that so I shrugged and dismissed it from my mind. Quitck backstory. I realized when I was tewnty that I did not want kids. Like, definitely did not want them. I had never been… Continue Reading
I am invisible in several ways. First, Asian as a race is usually ignored in America. When racism is talked about, it’s always about black people. I get it. Racism against black people is the worst, literally, in America. And Latinos will get a mention now and again. Oh, and when the pandemic hit, there… Continue Reading
One of the problems with a society that gives lip service to family is that it will often be resistent to any negativinty surrounding faaaaamily. Any time you need to defend something that heavily, it means that fundamental thing is broken. An example that I ofen use. When I was twenty, I realized that I… Continue Reading
While I was doing my Taiji routine this morning, I had music on as I was doing the forms as was my wont these days. It’s funny how the playlists that YouTube makes for me just includes all the songs I like with no context. So Rihanna is followed by Vienna Teng, who is then… Continue Reading
For the first twenty years of my life, I felt like I was an alien without the manual for being human. Part of that was because I was the kid of two immigrants who did not want to be in America. Or rather, one of them did not want to be, and he was the… Continue Reading
Today is my second rebirthday. That’s doing my head in at the moment. It’s been two years since I died twice and came back again twice. At least it will be by the time you’re reading this. My mindset is so different since then, even if my life itself is similar. I went from hating… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I talked about not wanting children. It bothers me that in the year of our endemic, 2023, it’s still considered the norm to have children. Or rather, that people perceived as women are still pushed to have them. I had naively thought that in the thirty years that have passed since I… Continue Reading
When I was little, I had no dreams for the future. Mostly because I didn’t think I had one, nor did I really want to live. I just made my way through each day, hanging on until the end. Oh, wait. I had one dream. That was to be an actor. I loved to perform… Continue Reading