You know what’s the best feeling in the world? It’s not being admired by other people. It’s not being popular with the masses. The best feeling is being trusted by someone you care about. There’s something so fulfilling about being that person that another human feels safe being vulnerable with. And it’s worth everything, thatContinue reading “Good Feelings”
While reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray and simultaneously the El Chapo Rolling Stones interview, and also working through my relationship with my mother with my good friend, some of my philosophies about people have become more clear to me. The plot and the increased mutilation of the portrait is based on the premise that souls canContinue reading “The Flaws of Dorian Gray”
My mother and I have never had a good relationship. I think it mostly stems from our differences, and her lack of ability to understand that others are not like her. Emotions cloud her view, her judgement, and her thoughts. I didn’t cook dinner before she got home? It means I don’t love her. Never mindContinue reading “My Mother”
The awkward airport as I go for the kiss and he goes for the hug. I care for you so, so much, and I want you to be happy. Me on top. Kisses from his forehead, down his nose, on each closed eye, and finally to the lips. Playing with his ear in the car,Continue reading “Transplanted JKm”
Fading street lights. Lights being intermittently obscured by buildings, trees. Christmas lights. Why is the city twinkling? Whoa! WhoOOOAAAh… A baby giggles as the plane lands roughly. Atlanta, Georgia. Almost home. The toddler in front of my pops over the seat and peers at me. “Hi!” I giggle. She giggles right on back.
When people ditch CM’s party, they are annoying. Why would they do that? She asks. She is angry at them. If people had ditched my party, I would be sad. My party was lame, I would think. I would feel unliked. I don’t throw parties.
I like people. I love certain people. And it is because of this that I am a floater. Really, it’s because I 1) am very choosy with my true friends, and 2) really only want to / enjoy spending time with my true friends. Friend groups have never really been my thing, because I likeContinue reading “On Being Slightly Excluded”
I cracked. I thought I could do it. Hold it in, smile, do as she said, and make it unscathed through this one month, after which I won’t have to see her for a year. I couldn’t. I can’t. Such a stupid trigger. Nothing, really. We egged each other on, and soon enough, the torrentContinue reading “Happy New Year’s, fuckers.”