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Of Mobsters and Milkmen

I haven’ forgotten to write, I just have been busy getting my life in order. I will probably give a long winded post in the near future, but I also didn’t think anyone cared about my writing enough to ask about the absence, so it’s not the highest thing on my priority list. My roommate…
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Red Boots.

My website is telling me to write more. It’s just over a week into NaNoWriMo, and while I am happy with the fact that I am still trying, I also find myself struggling to figure out if it is helping me obtain my goals. I used to write about everything and everything, but I ensured…
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A Moment.

The more I think about it, the more I have to think about. It’s a problem I’ve had most of my life; to contemplate a subject means giving myself fully to trying to understand it; until my brain runs out of steam, or the answers are all laid bare along the side of the road,…
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Traffic.

Why is it that I do my best contemplating when I am half asleep, unmedicated, and have a hundred other things to do instead? Why is it that one finds the tentative silence beforehand inherently worse than the time an otherwise damning decision is being made, it sundering our world with its finality and absolutism,…
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A Crossroad in the Desert

How much longer does one have to spend self reflecting, before it changes from a critical self assessment in the hopes of fixing personal flaws, to a dwelling on, and unhelpful rumination of ones faults? On the surface, it seems like a simple answer; when the process stops being helpful, and begins to hinder you…
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ADHD Awareness.

I meant to do this earlier, but in true ADHD fashion, I put it off until now. What follows is part bastardizing science, part personal experience, and entirely because I feel it’s something I needed to write out. Skip it, or read it, but either way, it’s on you now. October is ADHD awareness month,…
