Category: Life
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Why does the past feel so euphoric? How does it let me so easily overlook its abundance of misery? I don’t know if I feel this more than most — I might, because I feel everything more than most — but nostalgia rips through my chest and touches my heart with the intensity of a…
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I like to think of myself as a relatively stable adult. That’s mostly true. But sometimes I devolve into stress induced panic over things I’ve treated like existential crises. Here are a few things my brain and I fought over this week: • The strength of my voice in a loud restaurant • Whether my…
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Who’s in charge here anyway? I’ve been trying to speak to management for years now. I have concerns about these operating practices. Let’s start with the Anxiety Department. Why, oh why, do they insist on sending out hourly memos about problems I don’t need reminding about? “Just circling back on that misstep you made in…
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I know myself better than I ever have… The more I know myself, the more I know how unknowable I am. I have existed within a liminal space my entire life, somewhere between what I know I am and how others see me. I have never been able to simply be, to simply live as…