Originally posted on From Famine to Feast:
i feel like i’m perched on the edge of a blade, balanced there. it’s fragile, and tenuous, and there are circling monsters all around. it would take little to send me over and i’m tired. i’m so tired of the fight. it’s fatiguing when you’ve been fighting for years, and you do all the right things, and you… Continue reading On the edge of a knife .
I still get props, and I still don’t like it. I mean, on the one hand, props. On the other hand, props? I think I’m ambivalent because the praise isn’t for world-stopping thighs or brilliant prose. It’s for nothing in particular, in fact, and relates not at all to anything special. That this is not a new rant is simply proof that the problem of … Continue reading Props for the mundane, and stop it.
In “The Chronicles of Riddick,” the titular character is told by the Purifier, as they observe “converts” receiving the Necromonger mark, that the sufferers are learning how one pain can lessens another. I always thought the Purifier was incorrect. New pain doesn’t cure old pain. It does, however, distract, which allows you to shift your focus for a time. It’s not the best strategy. If … Continue reading Muted self-hatred and listening skills.
That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, it is too late. That’s why now is generally better. I’m almost never pleased post-procrastination. I’m regretful of late. I want more from my life and my reality. I suspect I’m not alone. I feel old and spent and used and tired. Some of it’s nature – I tend to the neurotically depressed and miserable – but some I think … Continue reading It’s never too late.
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