*trigger warning, discussion of self-harm, attempted suicide Fine Forearms I used to tell people that the thing I liked most about myself was my forearms. It’s true. They’re aesthetically very pleasing. They’re symmetrical, which is a win on the human approval scale right off the hop. We’re wired to like symmetry. I suspect that’s one of the reasons my nerve-damaged chin bothers me so much … Continue reading It’s Good To Like Yourself, Actually.
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life? I spent a lot of time outside as a child and teenager. Timing has a lot to do with that: I’m Generation X, and we didn’t have much in the way of indoor temptations. Pong only holds the attention for so long. Twelve channels if you had cable. We did not. I’d play outside with … Continue reading Nature makes things better.
I’m stuck, and I’m not enjoying it. I feel trapped inside myself of late. I feel like I’m doing nothing, accomplishing nothing. This isn’t true objectively, but it’s how I feel nevertheless. Even writing things out and checking them off doesn’t help. When I start feeling paralyzed by inertia, it usually means depression has strengthened her grip. I’m also rage-filled and quick to anger of … Continue reading Chaos, Change, and Leaning In.
I very rarely meet books I don’t like. I can usually find something of value between two covers. Unless the content is deliberately ugly, some piece of nastiness designed to lower the state of discourse and human society, in which case I tend to judge and condemn without cracking the spine. I don’t need to eat worms to know I won’t enjoy the experience. As … Continue reading Rereading is friendship and inspiration.
From Famine to Feast 