I’m fond of external scaffolding, it helps keep me organized – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m a comparative individual. I compare myself with others constantly. Both my mother and grandmother were judgmental people, commenting on others across nearly all metrics, on everything from appearance to behaviour to employment to belief systems. And although my mother did it to a lesser degree and with more grace than my grandmother, hearing others being judged and fond wanting on a regular basis takes … Continue reading I’m fond of external scaffolding, it helps keep me organized – an off-the-cuff joint.
Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
Happy back, happy life.
The first slip When I was in grade twelve, our school’s concert band participated in yet another band competition. Our conductor liked to compete, so we performed as often as he could manage. I don’t remember if we performed well or badly, but I remember that our band teacher wasn’t pleased. And when he wasn’t happy, things didn’t go well for us. There would be … Continue reading Happy back, happy life.
And then there were memes.
It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
From Famine to Feast 