Some people think cats can see ghosts. If ghosts are a thing and cats can see them, do they see the ghosts of all the moths and spiders they’ve killed? Is this why cats race around like mad things, to escape the hordes of vengeful dead that periodically stalk them? I’m inclined to judge people who smell like marijuana less harshly. I’m want to race … Continue reading My brain and even more random thoughts.
The times, they are a-changin‘, not just societally, but for me personally as well. I’m in flux; I feel like I’m standing on unstable ground. Everything is up in the air. Fluidity isn’t my preferred lifestyle: I’m not a fan of uncertainty at the best of times, and a dying parent is not the best of times. I thought I built my house on rock … Continue reading Change, Movies, and the Love List.
A great many people live lives full of hate. People think they can compartmentalize it, so it doesn’t infect everything they do, but they’re wrong. It’s a suffocating evil that infects every part of the spirit. I’m impressed by their dedication, though. As I’ve discovered over the last few weeks, hate is hard to sustain; it takes work. Even rage has a “best before” date … Continue reading Hate is hard to sustain (though I’ve tried).
I’m not journaling. The pretty notebook I use to share my thoughts and feelings in lies nearby on the floor. I’m only feet away from getting it done, but my avoidant-urge is strong, my counselor’s admonishments about the importance of letting things out notwithstanding. I’d blame my depression, but using that as an excuse when it’s a chronic condition is as valid as blaming my … Continue reading Not journaling, definitely not crying.
From Famine to Feast. 