Black, white, and grey. I’ve had many a philosophical discussion about how much of life is about the moral greys. About how as children, we tend to think in binary terms about situation, in black-or-white ways, but as we evolve, we come to recognize that much of life is more nuanced than that. I’m hard pressed to find an example of an absolute wrong without … Continue reading A Life Lived In Black and White – an off-the-cuff joint.
Habits, acquiring and transmitting. When you live with other people, you inevitably pick up some of their habits. For instance, one of my university roommates had an efficient cleaning habit I adopted. She created cleaning baskets that lived in various spaces, loaded with supplies relevant to the room. I thought it a brilliant solution, far superior to dragging cleaning supplies around to each space, and … Continue reading I Debate My Feelings Instead of Feeling Them
Sugar is a scary thing I added sugar to the last of the blackberries I bought at Lepp’s – they’re a smidge bitter – when a memory hit me. We used to head out to the field/school yard behind the house in the summer months to pick blackberries when I was young, we being my parents and two brothers. Once the various ice cream buckets … Continue reading Blackberry thoughts – a journal joint
Thin and Defensive In early April, I got into another argument with my daughter. ‘Argument’ is a bit of a misnomer – it was more in line with a harangue by her towards me. It caused me a fair bit of mental distress, and I’ve come to realize that we can’t live together again. It’s not good for me. It’s not good for either of … Continue reading Flirting With Relapse – a journal joint.
