I never really had a career plan. I didn’t have a life plan either. Most of what has happened to me feels accidental, things that happened along the way while I was pursuing my eating disorder, while I was living with mental illness. Plans were for later, when I was better, when I was perfect. But later almost never comes. Maybe that one time in … Continue reading I didn’t have a career plan – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m neurotic. I’m neurotic in the literal sense – I have neuroses. Lots of them. A neurosis is a mental condition not caused by organic disease, involving symptoms of stress such as depression, anxiety, obsessive and compulsive behaviour, and somatic responses, but not a radical loss of touch with reality. Neurotics mostly don’t experience psychotic breaks. At its root, neurotic behaviour is an automatic, unconscious effort to manage … Continue reading I’m neurotic, an off-the-cuff joint.
I’ve written my autobiography. Sort of. It started out as an autobiography but evolved. My perception of what I was writing altered as I progressed, mostly due to an initial lack of understanding on my part as to what an autobiography is. What I’ve written is more of a memoir. An autobiography is a factual account of one’s life. It’s not terribly subjective, and autobiographies … Continue reading A work in progress – memoir and life.
On Fridays, I wear camouflage. Specifically, I wear a pair of camo track pants that are old and remain baggy and saggy even fresh from the wash. They’re also decorated with a bit of paint splatter from when I painted the mudroom walls London Fog, one of the 73,295,146 types of white available at the paint store. The pants aren’t a thing of beauty by … Continue reading On Saturdays, we wear memes.
From Famine to Feast 