My second dose and existentialism.
I think about the meaning of life regularly. The “why” of existence – my own and in general terms – has always been a puzzle. Why people? Why life? Why headcheese? The largeness of the questions provokes my retreat, often in unhealthy ways. It gets scary out in the dark reaches. I avoided dealing with the existential conundrums for years with my eating disorder: I … Continue reading My second dose and existentialism.
Happiness chemicals and how to hack them.
I’d credit the image below – it isn’t mine – but I can’t find the source. I searched Chrome, but isn’t unique. There are thousands of nearly identical offerings with this colour scheme or that background the only difference. Perhaps it’s a collection of tiles from someone’s Power Point presentation? I miss doing Power Points. I miss doing Excel charts. I digress. I’d planned to … Continue reading Happiness chemicals and how to hack them.
Fun with quotes.*
We reduced ourselves to hysterics last night by butchering that most famous of quotes from The Outsiders. I love the giggles of game night. Trivial Pursuit often makes us silly.
Stay gold, Ponyboy
Stay gold, Boypony… Continue reading Fun with quotes.*
Hotel rooms are dangerous places.
Originally posted on From Famine to Feast:
(November 12, 2017) Trigger warning: blunt discussion of eating disorder behaviors. My history with hotel rooms is complicated. They’re great when I’m on vacation with others. I have other hotel stories in my past, however. I don’t like revisiting my past, but I’m learning that if I don’t own it, forgive myself for it, and let it go,… Continue reading Hotel rooms are dangerous places.
